Chapter 24 I Love You 3

  In the hall, a large flower basket was placed in the center. Two scrolls hung down from the flower basket, one of which read: "Happy Birthday to Ming Xin!" and the other read: "Wishing Ming Xin a successful performance!"

  Ming Xin looked around, and in the hall, there were a few people hastily walking by, but she didn't see anyone she knew. She slowly walked closer to the flower basket.

  A flower basket almost as tall as she is, fragrance assails the nostrils.

  Ming Xin walked around the flower basket in a circle: did she have such a great admirer? She had never received such a large flower basket, and she believed that no one in school had ever received such a large flower basket.

  Seeing the card on the flower basket, Ming Xin was even more curious and excited. Who would send such a big flower basket to herself? Can the last day of being 17 be so perfect? Can an 18th birthday gift be so luxurious?

  She reached out to take the card, but it was stuck to the flower basket as if it had grown there. Ming Xin examined the card carefully, and it was quite special, a pale blue color, 10 cm square, much thicker than ordinary cards. Ming Xin had never seen such a large flower basket before, nor had she ever seen such an unusual card that couldn't be taken out. She tried again, and it loosened slightly. Ming Xin smiled, thinking it must be some kind of special card that was stuck tightly to prevent it from falling off. With a bit of force, she pulled...

  Ah——！

  The hall echoed with Ming Xin's mournful cries.

  Ming Xin fell to the ground, her feet throbbing with severe pain. Large drops of tears began to fall from her eyes. Her blurry vision faintly saw that her ankle was bleeding.

  Song Xiwu, who was on her way to the back room with clothes, passed by the hall and heard Ming Xin's cry for help. She quickly ran over and saw the blood on the floor, also getting a bit stunned, standing there in a daze.

  "Quickly! Hurry up and make a phone call!"

  "Uh." Song Xiwei came back to her senses, flustered, and took out her phone. Who should she call? She should call 120. Right, she should call the hospital. No, she should call the director first... no, she should call the hospital first.

  "Call Mu Yao! Don't... tell Li Ming... teacher." Ming Xin saw Song Xi hesitating.

  In an instant, Ling Mu Ye flew over. At this moment, Ming Xin's face was already indistinguishable between tears and sweat. Ling Mu Ye frowned: "Ming Xin! Bear with it for a little while, at most ten minutes. You know that the city hospital is not far from the theater."

  "You're alone... in the evening mist, can't tell anyone..." Ming Xin exhorted with difficulty.

  Song Xiwei was at a loss for what to do.

  Ling Mu Yao held Ming Xin in his arms: "Xi Wei, listen to Ming Xin first. I'll call you later. Don't worry." After finishing speaking, he hastily ran outside.

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  In the emergency room, Ling Mu Ye pressed Ming Xin's head against his chest: "Just for a moment, anesthesia has been used. It won't hurt. Nothing will! It won't hurt, it won't hurt......" Ling Mu Ye didn't know if he was saying it to comfort Ming Xin or himself, but seeing the pincers in the doctor's hand made him uncontrollably afraid.

  Ming Xin heard Ling Mu Yao's voice trembling, she buried her head in Ling Mu Yao's arms, closed her eyes tightly and held him. She had just heard the doctor say that he was going to take out the thing in her ankle, and he gave her an injection.

  Ling Mu Yao narrowed his eyes and saw the doctor take out a one-inch long iron nail from Ming Xin's ankle, letting out a long sigh of relief.

  Hearing Ling Mu's deep breathing, Ming Xin slowly opened her eyes, and her tightly clenched hands relaxed. She asked softly: "Is it out? What is it?"

  "Nail!"

  "Classmate! Be more careful when walking in the future. This time was okay, very lucky. No serious injury, just a flesh wound. What if it had hurt the tendon?" The doctor carefully and skillfully bandaged the wound.

  "Thank you, Uncle!" Ling Mu Ye heard the doctor say this and took a deep breath: "Then...do I still need to take another X-ray?"

  "It's fine. Everywhere else is good, the wound is obvious, only this one. If you're still worried, just take a picture to put your mind at ease."

  Ming Xin felt that the wound seemed to have been bandaged, and she gently lifted her head from Ling Mu Ye's arms, looking down at her own feet. Except for the white gauze, nothing was visible.

  "Doctor Uncle! I have another performance later, can I perform?"

  No need to say more, the doctor had already seen through Ming Xin and Ling Mu Ye's clothes: "Very sorry, can't! Give up!"

  "Such a short performance, didn't you already use anesthesia?"

  "Anesthetics are anesthetics, wounds are wounds. If using anesthetics can heal the wound, what else do I need to do? Prohibit performances! Prohibit movement!"

  "Thank you, Uncle! I'll persuade her. Thank you!" Ling Mu Ye picked up Ming Yin and prepared to leave the emergency room.

  "Wait! I'll take that nail away." Ming Xin's eyelashes were hanging with tears.

  The doctor wrapped up the nail and handed it to Ling Mu Ye: "Remember to change the dressing tomorrow!"

  "Got it! Thank you! Goodbye Uncle!"

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  Li Ming hastily walked into the large rest room: "Xia Qiong! Xia Qiong!"

  Xia Qian Ning stood up, she was an extra, why did Li Ming look for her in such a hurry: "Li... teacher!"

  "Thank goodness you're here." Li Ming was almost relieved to tears.

  Xia Qian Ning listened to Li Ming's words, and was even more confused, not knowing how to respond. How could she dare not be there? Li Ming had specifically instructed her, and even if she was just a minor character, without her, they couldn't leave the backstage area for a step.

  "What role are you?"

  "Household slave."

  "Are there lines?"

  "No, nothing."

  "Great! You go take a break in the small rest room."

  "Why?"

  "Let's go together and talk after seeing Ming Xin, hurry up." Li Ming urged.

  As soon as Xia Qian entered the small rest room, she saw Ming Xin with tears in her eyes and a sorrowful face. She quickly ran up to her: "Ming Xin! What's wrong? You were fine just now, why are you crying?"

  "Ah! I won't be able to go on stage anymore......I won't be able to go on stage anymore......" Ming Xin held back her tears.

  "Don't cry, or your makeup will be ruined!" Xia Xianying remembered what Ming Yin told her when she was seven years old.

  Ming Xin heard this and her tears couldn't stop: "But what can we do, it's already been spent."

  "How can you not go on stage?" Xia Xianying checked Ming Xin from head to toe: "Your foot..."

  "Listen up, both of you. Ming Xin, let me ask you first, are we still going to perform this play?"

  Ming Xin choked back a sob: "Of course I've thought of it, but my foot... although the anesthetic is still working now, how can I dance in the final part? Nie Shi Luo's attitude is so tough, she won't help me at all."

  Mentioning Ni Shi Luo, Li Ming Qi's tone immediately became discordant.

  When Ming Xin's injury was revealed, she quickly went to find Nai Shi Luo. Who knew that Nai Shi Luo calmly said that since becoming a substitute, he had only practiced once. Ming Xin's condition had always been good, so later on, she almost never went there again. She wasn't a god, how could she have anticipated that Ming Xin would encounter an accident at the last minute? Very sorry that she couldn't predict it beforehand.

  Li Ming smoothed his hair: "Nī Shīluò wants to help, but can't even if she tries. She doesn't take that substitute seriously at all. Xiāo Niángēng, what about you?"

  "What's wrong with me?"

  "In terms of dance, you scored full marks. Do you want this play to die in the womb or be revived?"

  "How could I have such great magical power? I can only dance a little... Li, teacher, what you mean is..."

  "Right! My intention is for you and Ming Xin to collaborate and complete this work together."

  "Really? Is it possible?" Ming Xin really felt like she had been given a second chance at life.

  "Ming Xin. I..."

  "Director! You have to help me, this isn't just about helping me, everyone has been rehearsing, putting in so much heart and soul and time, all because of me. How can I bear the thought of letting the entire crew down after all these days? And you know, this is my gift to myself for my 17th birthday, also the start of my 18th year, and our school's 30th anniversary... If even you won't help me..."

  Xia Qian Ning, how could she not know? Ming Xin was extremely excited today, she had put in a lot of effort for today's arrival. She had made so many preparations, and there were Mu Xiang, Liu Nan... so many people... But... Could she do it? She turned to Li Ming: "Li, teacher! Can I?"

  "Of course! You're the pillar of my dance studio! The costumes were originally two sets, one for performance and one for dancing. Now they're both on Mingxin's body, just let her give you that dance costume to wear. This way, she won't have to change clothes on stage either. The only thing that needs to be changed is when you and Mingxin switch places, but this is easy too. Originally, the lights would dim at this time because Mingxin needs to take off her jacket. Now, Mingxin and Muyao's position is at one corner of the stage, it should be easy to complete. Besides, there are also backup dancers, no problem!"

  "Alright!"

  "Xian Ying!" Ming Xin looked at Xia Xian Ying with gratitude.

  Li Ming turned to Ling Mu Ye: "Ling Mu Ye! You just bear with it for a bit, first go through the routine with Xia Wen Jing. Oh, don't worry, just treat her as Ming Xin. Xia Wen Jing has practiced this dance in my studio before, so there's no problem with familiarity or technique. Then you can discuss with Ming Xin how to minimize her movements. There are only twenty minutes left, we need to make the most of our time, I'll go call the makeup artist."

  Ling Mu looked at Ming Xin and then at Xia Xianying: "Which one shall we go to first?"

  "Thursday! You go practice the dance part with Xianying first, get used to each other, we two often practice together, it's easy to walk on stage." Mingxin happily forgot about her foot injury.

  "You two discuss the stage first, I'll warm up. Muyao, don't worry, I've rehearsed this dance and won't disappoint you."

  Seeing Xia Wen's enthusiastic preparation for battle, Ling Mu Ye and Ming Xin couldn't help but smile at each other.

  Ming De hung up Ling Mu Yao's phone and rushed into the rest room, only to see Xia Wen Jing and Ling Mu Yao dancing together. He stood quietly at the door, watching the beautiful scene before him, and couldn't help but applaud and cheer.

  At first, Xia Qianjing still felt a bit stiff in her body. After three minutes, when emotions and body merged together, she was as free as a fish in water.

  Ryota Lingmu was only slightly hesitant in the first two steps, but afterwards, he didn't worry about anything. They were the best partners, even more comfortable than dancing with Ming Xian, it was simply a pleasure.

  Li Ming led the makeup artist in and turned off the music. The dance came to an end, and the two of them exchanged a smile, with everything understood without needing to be said.

  "Great! Thursday! You and Xianying dance even better together!" Mingxin also applauded.

  "Ming Xin! Do you really think so?" Ming Xin was overjoyed to be able to get through. After all, this was her farewell to the departing seventeen years old.