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Before going into a coma, Yun thought that she had imagined her countless encounters, but when she woke up and found that she was still falling into the bathroom, she was a little surprised.

Shaking her head, she quickly grabbed her phone and compared it with the time she saw before she fell into a coma and before the phone fell, and found that she was only unconscious for two minutes!

Looking at the aroma ball falling out of the bag, Yun thinks of it and grabs it quickly, taking a deep breath.

The quiet fragrance rushed into her nose, her groggy head became clearer, her strength gradually recovered, and she slowly stood up.

Fortunately, the bathroom floor was dry and clean, and her clothes weren't soiled. Yun thought about putting water on her face and patting it, she became more sober. She always felt that something was wrong.

This is a private gathering place. This hotel is not particularly high class, but it is a place where privacy is better. Artists love to come. In public places, someone secretly calculated her, and it is impossible to take her silently away.

Especially after a few minutes, no one came to the bathroom, which was not in line with her setup.

Is there something wrong in the middle? The arranged person did not come for other reasons?

And when was she the trick?

Yun thinks about carefully checking the bathroom, it is obviously not a problem with the bathroom.

But along the way, she and everyone are eating together, not touching anything alone, and even keeping a safe distance from people who don't trust and dislike.

Her thoughts were confusing, and it wasn't for her in the bathroom. So who can be certain that she must go to the bathroom? Is it even a person? There was no one to persuade to drink.

Just when Yun was thinking, she called Song Qian on her mobile phone.

Having dinner with the people in the crew, other artists did not bring their assistants and bodyguards together. Yun Xiang naturally is no exception.

However, the artists usually bring assistants wherever they go, so Zhou Wei opened a table.

Song Qian should have discovered that Yun wanted to come up with it for a while, and Yun Xiang answered the phone: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Hanging up the phone, Yun thought about rubbing and falling down, hitting the painful place, and returned to the box without expression.

When she entered the door, she paid special attention to everyone's expressions, and no one was curious or surprised.

It stands to reason that she would wake up so quickly, the aroma ball in the bag, just fell out and rolled to her nose.

When Song Mian doesn't need mosquito control, she basically gives her a refreshing fragrance, which makes her less tired when working.

Then she came back early, and people who did not achieve their goals should not be so calm.

In fact, everyone behaved normally. As soon as Yun thought about sitting down, Teacher Liang Shumei asked caringly, "Did you encounter anything?"

Liang Shumei is an old artist, this time playing Yun Xiangxiang's mother-in-law in the movie.

It is not a bad role, but it is similar to the normal normal mother-in-law. There is no harsh criticism to grind the wife-in-law. It is a little different from the concept of a young generation. It is normal selfishness. The treatment of his own son and daughter-in-law must be different.

Liang Shumei's acting skills are very good. Although she is in her 60s, she is in a strong body and is suitable for her 50-year-old mother-in-law.

This time is also very pleasant to get along with, Yun Xiang thinks particularly like and respect seniors.

She went to see Yun think about it for a long time, worried that Yun thought of encountering entangled fans, only concerned about it.

Yun thought about shaking his head gently, and then said casually: "I may be a little hypoglycemic. I was almost dizzy in the bathroom just now, so I came back after a delay."

"It's not serious. Have you fallen?" Zhou Wei is of course the most nervous person to think about.

"It's okay." Yun Xiang thought about his smile, "It's much better now."

"Waiter." Fei Ming shouted at the door, and the waiter at the door came in. He said, "Is there any brown sugar wolfberry longan soup, cook a pot."

"Yes, I'll go to add the order immediately." The waiter responded respectfully.

Fei Ming turned his head to think about Yun and said, "If you have low blood sugar, you should take some sugar to rest."

"I don't think you have a good complexion. Do you want to take a day off tomorrow?" The producer is still not at ease.

Yun Xiang's complexion is obviously not as good as before.

"It's not so delicate, I just go back to sleep and sleep." Yun thought about shaking his head and refused, "I have a doctor at home."

Everyone smiled ambiguously, Zhou Wei still advised: "If it is not good, just send me a message tomorrow."

"Well." Yun thinks about not refusing.

Next, everyone paid special attention to Yun think, brown sugar wolfberry longan soup came, she also drank a big bowl.

When he came back to Jiayun to think about it, he threw himself into Song Mian's arms and stretched out her frost-like jade wrist: "A Mian, you help me diagnose the pulse."

"What's wrong?" Song Mian asked while taking the pulse of Yun Xiang.

Yun thought about not talking, waiting for Song Mian's result.

Looking at Yun who was so serious, Song Mian's eyes deepened, but he quickly withdrew his hand: "You seem to be frightened, the pulse is a little messy, but there are no other problems."

Wasn't it shocked, when he knew that he had been secretly calculated, could Yun Yun not panic?

But Song Mian didn't say that she had other problems. After Yun Xiangxiang woke up, she didn't feel any discomfort. After drinking that bowl of brown sugar wolfberry longan soup, Yun Xiangxiang recovered a lot.

"What's the matter? Tell me." Song Mian held Yun Xiang's shoulder in both hands.

"I encountered a weird thing today." Yun thinks she doesn't think she is really lack of blood. She will continue to practice martial arts no matter how busy or tired these years are. The current skill is not a master, but it is just a hole. Wu is powerful, but people without special training are more than enough.

In particular, Song Mian treated her as an ancient court nobility. Once every three days, Ping An vein was a little inappropriate, so she prepared medicinal diet for her conditioning. She didn't know how good her body was. How could she faint for no reason?

Song Mian frowned after hearing this, took Yun Xiangxiang's coat, and led her out.

"Where are you going?" Yun thought ignorantly.

"Go to a blood test." If someone is prescribed a drug, the blood test will be clear at a glance.

Some medicines dissolve quickly, and the medicine does not cause too much damage to the body. If the amount of medicine is small, the pulse cannot be confirmed.

Song Mian brought Yun Xiangxiang back to the experimental base, pierced her finger with her personally, and collected a little blood for others to test.

Then took her back to the ward, the ward opened, just like it was three years ago.

The time passed quickly, and she and Song Mian met each other in the blink of an eye. It was almost four years.

"You are your exclusive ward, right?" Yun thinks so conclusively, because Song Mian said at the time that no one used the female toilet.