Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 132 Sister Meng Arrives
Outside the VIP ward of Shancheng Hospital, Meng Ziyi's 10-centimeter stilettos clicked loudly.

Today, she specially changed into an elegant beige dress, even removed her nail polish, and carried a thermos in her hand, looking exactly like a virtuous girlfriend.

"Hello, Teacher Meng!" The stagehand standing at the door stammered as he stood up.

Meng Ziyi nodded, her eyes red-rimmed: "How is my brother? What did the doctor say?"

Director Gu

Before she could finish speaking, the ward door suddenly opened. Li Yitong walked out, her hair gathered, a small patch of lipstick smudged on her lips.

Upon seeing Meng Ziyi, she raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Oh, Sister Meng is here?"

Meng Ziyi dug her nails into her palms, but her face showed worry: "Yitong, how is Gu Yang? I heard he..."

"He won't die." Li Yitong leaned close to her ear and whispered, "But he's having some really bad pain in certain areas, and he might need you to help him..."

"What?" Meng Ziyi's eyes widened.

Li Yitong patted her shoulder meaningfully, then strode away in her high heels.

Meng Ziyi took three deep breaths at the door before pushing it open and going inside.

"Baby, does it hurt?"

She rushed to the hospital bedside with a sob in her voice, and the thermos slammed onto the bedside table with a loud thud.

Upon hearing the sound, Gu Yang weakly opened his eyes, only to be met with the surging tears in her eyes.

"Sister Meng?"

"How could you be so careless!" Meng Ziyi's tears came instantly, her fingers trembling as she touched the gauze on his forehead. "Let me see where you're hurt. Seven ribs broken? Your heart is displaced?"

Gu Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to touch the top of her head, but she grabbed his wrist first.

Meng Ziyi buried her face in her palm, tears streaming down her face.

She suddenly gritted her teeth: "It's all those two's fault! Zhou Ye usually seems so quiet and gentle, but she actually got into a fight on set! Tian Xiwei was even worse, she didn't care about the occasion at all..."

"Those little bitches, I'll take care of them sooner or later."

"Baby, tell me quickly where it hurts!"

Meng Ziyi asked with a sob in her voice, her slender fingers gently stroking the gauze on his forehead.

She had specially sprayed Gu Yang's favorite perfume today, and her snow-white skin, faintly visible through her neckline, was particularly alluring under the pale lights of the ward.

Gu Yang's breath hitched.

Li Yitong's teasing earlier had already aroused him, and now Meng Jie's tearful appearance only added fuel to the fire.

His gaze was uncontrollably drawn to her rosy lips, where traces of undried tears still clung.

If Sister Yitong is unwilling, how about we try Sister Meng?
"It hurts here," he said hoarsely, grabbing Meng Ziyi's hand and guiding it to his chest.

Meng Ziyi's heart skipped a beat, and she blinked her teary eyes, dumbfounded: "A rib? What did the doctor say?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yang suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Meng Ziyi gasped and fell onto him, her soft body pressed tightly against his.

She struggled symbolically for a moment, then quickly lost herself in the unexpected kiss.

Gu Yang's kiss was burning hot, and Meng Ziyi responded half-heartedly, secretly blaming herself.

Look at this, look at this!
Even though Gu Yang was injured like this, he was still so infatuated with her.

She should have come sooner!

I don't know how he got through the days when I wasn't by his side!

"Ugh... Gu Yang..." she whimpered between breaths, "Your injury..."

Gu Yang ignored him, his large hand already reaching out restlessly.

Just as the situation was about to get out of control, Meng Ziyi suddenly came to her senses and pushed him away abruptly.

"Gu Yang!" she said sternly, her eyes still red. "Are you out of your mind? Dr. Zhang said you absolutely cannot do any strenuous exercise right now!"

Gu Yang was taken aback: "Dr. Zhang...?"

Meng Ziyi angrily straightened her disheveled clothes, "Dr. Zhang specifically instructed that your cardiopulmonary function is currently impaired, and emotional agitation could lead to internal bleeding!"

She pulled out her phone and scrolled to her notes app: "Look, I've remembered all the precautions—no strenuous exercise, no emotional fluctuations, and—" She suddenly lowered her voice, "I can't do *that* for three months!"

"I'm not that badly injured!" Gu Yang exclaimed anxiously, "That doctor was a quack..."

"What a quack!" Meng Ziyi stamped her foot in frustration. "Dr. Zhang is an expert! He said that even a sneeze from you could cause secondary damage!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, "Do you know how scared I was when I saw the diagnosis? My heart was displaced by three centimeters!"

? ? ? ? ?

Gu Yang was stunned!

Just how many outrageous diagnoses did that dramatic doctor make up?

“Sister Meng.” He tried to explain.

"Calling me 'sister' won't help!" Meng Ziyi stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end. "From today onwards, I'm going to supervise your recovery 24/7!"

As she spoke, she pulled a stack of printed papers from her bag: "This is the rehabilitation plan given by Dr. Zhang. Massage three times a day, half an hour each time." Suddenly realizing she had let something slip, she quickly added, "Of course, it's a proper massage!"

Gu Yang's eyes lit up: "Press it now?"

"Dream on!" Meng Ziyi blushed and shoved the plan back at her. "We'll talk about it after you've recovered."

Outside the ward, the bald doctor who had just arrived and was eavesdropping nodded with satisfaction, keeping his accomplishment to himself.

He adjusted his glasses, walked away with a flourish, and left with a book tucked under his arm.

An Actor Prepares

...Late at night, in the VIP ward
Gu Yang sat with his legs crossed, looking quite pleased with himself. The small table on the hospital bed was covered with barbecue and ice-cold beer.

He had just gone to great lengths to coax Meng Ziyi to the hotel to rest, and now he could finally enjoy a moment of freedom.

"This is what life is all about!" He took a bite of the sizzling, oily lamb skewer and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

His phone was playing the trailer for "The Vanished She" and the comments section. Watching the netizens' heated discussion, he took a big gulp of beer with a sense of satisfaction.

Just as he reached for the third skewer of grilled chives, the ward door was pushed open with a bang.

"Gu Yang!"

Meng Ziyi stood menacingly at the door, still wearing her nightgown and with her hair slightly disheveled.

Her assistant, carrying a pile of toiletries, looked at Gu Yang with a sympathetic expression.

"Sister Meng?" Gu Yang's hand trembled, and the roasted chives fell onto the blanket. "Didn't you go to the hotel?"

"If I really go, are you planning to turn the ward into a food stall?!" Meng Ziyi rushed over in three strides and snatched the beer can from his hand. "Dr. Zhang said! You even need a straw to drink water now!"

She angrily lifted the small table, and the skewers, beer, and crayfish all went into the trash can.

Gu Yang watched helplessly as his midnight snack was ruined, his heart aching so much he could hardly breathe.

My kidneys.

"You still want to eat kidneys?!" Meng Ziyi pulled a thermos from her insulated bag. "Porridge! Plain porridge!"

Looking at the bowl of thin, watery porridge in front of him, Gu Yang felt like crying: "Sister Meng, I'm really fine."

"Nothing wrong?" Meng Ziyi sneered, took out her phone and began reading, "Dr. Zhang said your dislocated ribs could puncture your lungs, your displaced heart is affecting blood supply, and the pressure on your stomach is causing digestive problems."

With each item she read aloud, Gu Yang's face paled a little more.

Just how many ways did that bald doctor come up with to kill him?
“I specifically asked Dr. Zhang what I could eat,” Meng Ziyi scooped up a spoonful of white porridge, “and he said it’s best to only drink porridge and not even add pickles!”

Gu Yangsheng opened his mouth in despair, feeling like a patient in intensive care.

The porridge was so bland that it didn't even have salt added, and it brought tears to his eyes.

"Sweetie, when you're all better, I'll take you to eat hot pot." Meng Ziyi patted his head, her tone suddenly becoming gentle. "Now, finish this bowl first."

Gu Yang swallowed the last mouthful of porridge with tears in his eyes, then suddenly had a bright idea: "Sister Meng, I need to use the restroom."

"I'll help you." Meng Ziyi immediately stood up.

"No need! I can manage on my own!"

"Dr. Zhang said you can't exert yourself right now!" Meng Ziyi grabbed his arm without waiting for a reply. "What if the wound reopens?"

Gu Yang was desperately helped into the bathroom, listening to Meng Ziyi's worried words outside the door: "Just call me if you need help! Don't be shy!"

He sat on the toilet, looking at his "critically injured" reflection in the mirror, and finally understood a truth.

Sister Meng is a jinx to him!!!
Meanwhile, in the hospital corridor, bald Dr. Zhang was humming a tune as he walked toward the duty room.

He touched his bulging pockets.

I must say, the red envelope that girl gave him was really generous. It seems I'll have to add a few more "medical instructions" for Gu Yang tomorrow.

……

Two weeks later, Gu Yang was finally discharged from the hospital as he had wished.

He originally only planned to fake being sick and stay for a few days!

Commit sin!

Although it was indeed unreasonable to be discharged so quickly after such a major "surgery," Gu Yang couldn't care less about that now.

He's going back to filming!
The crew of "Better Days," under the guidance of the assistant director, has completed filming most of the scenes.

Only the last two shots related to Gu Yang remain.

As both the director and lead actor, he had to get back as soon as possible.

"Gu Yang, should we observe him for a few more days?" Meng Ziyi supported his arm, looking at his noticeably thinner face with concern. "Look how much weight you've lost."

"I can't stay here any longer." Gu Yang waved his hand weakly.

As for how I lost weight, shouldn't I thank Sister Meng?
Seeing that Gu Yang's expression was still not good, Meng Ziyi immediately turned around and said, "I'll go ask Dr. Zhang."

"Oh, no need." Before Gu Yang could finish speaking, Meng Ziyi had already run back.

A short while later, the dramatic bald doctor came running out, carrying two large bags of Chinese medicine.

"Mr. Gu, remember to take these tonics on time!" the doctor instructed with a serious expression. "Take one packet each in the morning, noon, and evening, and take it warm after meals."

Gu Yang looked at the dark, murky herbs in the bag and smelled the pungent odor; his face turned green.

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Zhang. I'll make him drink it!"

Sister Meng stood by and solemnly assured him.

"Also," the doctor adjusted his glasses and gave Meng Ziyi a meaningful look, "you must not engage in strenuous exercise for three months after being discharged from the hospital."

He emphasized the words "vigorous exercise," including but not limited to running, fitness, swimming, and certain bedroom exercises.

Meng Ziyi blushed immediately and nodded repeatedly, "Doctor, don't worry, I will definitely keep a close eye on him!"

Gu Yang glared at the doctor through gritted teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

That baldness is definitely intentional!
Ever since he casually remarked a few days ago that "your acting isn't very good," this petty guy has held a grudge, and his medical advice has become more and more outrageous every day.

"Oh, right," the doctor added, "you need to keep a cheerful mood and avoid getting angry. Mr. Gu doesn't look too well, perhaps..."

"No need! Thank you, doctor!" Gu Yang grabbed the bag of Chinese medicine and pulled Meng Ziyi away quickly, afraid that if they stayed any longer they would have to stay for another half month.

(End of this chapter)