Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The intensive care unit was packed with people.

Jiang Wen, Fan Xuexue, Liu Xiaoli, Liu Yifei, as well as Zhao's disciples and reporters from various media outlets.

"How is Professor Zhao's condition? Will he still be able to participate in this year's Spring Festival Gala?"

"What exactly happened between Teacher Zhao and Zhang Weiping? I heard he was hit on the head. Was Xiao Shenyang present at the time? Can you tell me the specifics?"

Where is Chen Mo?

Reporters weren't too concerned about Zhao Benshan's safety; they were more interested in uncovering some sensational news stories.

No one answered the question, and everyone was in a state of confusion.

Some were worried that their master might not wake up, some were concerned about how to proceed in the future, and others didn't know how to handle the relationship between the "Three Guns" crew and the company.

This is when Zhao Benshan's importance to Benshan Media became apparent. With the sudden accident and no one to rely on, his wife was in the hospital, weeping and had no time to care about anything else.

"Master will be alright, but what should we do next? The three movies we're involved in are all waiting to be released."

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

"I don't understand any of these things, and I have no ability to change anything. I hope Master will wake up soon."

"Bang!"

As the crowd whispered among themselves, the hospital doors were suddenly kicked open.

"It's my junior brother!"

"Junior Brother is back!"

The senior students immediately stood up.

At this moment, it felt as if I had found my pillar of support.

Chen Mo didn't have time to say hello before opening the door and entering the ward. Liu Yifei hesitated for a moment before following him in, followed by Liu Xiaoli, Fan Xuexue, Zhang Jiahao, Liu Liu, Xiao Shenyang, and others who filed in one after another.

The annoying reporter also wanted to go in, but Jiang Wen stopped him outside.

"Excuse me, reporters, my brother needs to rest. We will let you know when his condition improves."

"Crunch!"

The ward door closed gently.

Chen Mo stood in front of the hospital bed with bloodshot eyes. His old mentor had gained a lot of weight in the month he hadn't seen him, but his tightly closed eyes, tired face, and head wrapped in thick gauze made him almost unrecognizable.

When he left, the old man could even kick his butt.

Chen Mo had reminded his master to drink less alcohol, and his master had actually listened to him. He had only drunk water and beer for the past two months, so why was he still hospitalized?

"Master's wife, what exactly happened?"

Chen Mo asked softly.

"It's a hereditary disease. The doctor said the surgery was very successful, and he woke up soon."

Ma Lijuan choked up as she spoke.

"Old Liu, what's up?"

Chen Mo clearly didn't believe it, but he couldn't bear to ask his master's wife.

"I...I don't know."

Liu Yifei lowered her head, not daring to look directly into those eyes.

Chen Mo looked around and everyone turned their heads to look elsewhere. Fan Xuexue even bent down and hid behind Xiao Shenyang, looking like she didn't want to be called out.

Chen Mo exhaled a breath of stale air, knowing that this matter was not simple. He kept quiet because he was afraid that Chen Mo would do something foolish in a moment of impulsiveness.

but.

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

"Uncle Wen, you tell me. Even if you don't tell me, I'll find out."

Jiang Wen is an elder and a veteran in the industry, so it is most appropriate for him to speak.

"Sigh... The day before yesterday, filming for 'A Simple Noodle Story' wrapped up, and the crew had a dinner party at a restaurant. Zhang Weiping got drunk..."

This time, Jiang Wen didn't exaggerate or use non-linear narrative.

Zhang Weiping was dragged down by Chen Mo, and Zhao Benshan defended his apprentice. The two disliked each other at the dinner table, and then Zhang Weiping made a highly insulting gesture. The next day, he publicly announced that "A Simple Noodle Story" and "Project Gutenberg" would be released on the same day, and falsely accused Chen Mo of being arrogant and assaulting people on set.

Zhao Benshan was so angry that he ended up in the hospital.

"That damn bastard, does he really think our Zhao family gang has no one left?! I'm going to kill him! One for one, I'll take it!"

Chen Mo clenched his fists, and veins bulged on his forehead.

calm? !

They've come to bully us right at our doorstep, what's with the calm? In a head-on sniper duel, whoever chickens out is a coward!

Chen Mo strode towards the door!

"Grab him!"

Ma Lijuan couldn't stop him.

"Junior brother, don't be impulsive!"

"There are reporters all outside, calm down!"

Zhao Si was the first to rush forward, but was pushed away by the furious Chen Mo.

Next up were Xiao Shenyang and Tang Jianjun, who had already clung to Chen Mo, but still couldn't stop him.

In this state, adrenaline surges dramatically, resulting in astonishing power.

Chaos erupted in the ward.

Then a tall, thin figure appeared, wrapped his arms tightly around Chen Mo's waist, and raised his leg to block the door of the ward.

"No, Chen Mo, no..."

Liu Yifei shook her head desperately.

Chen Mo was still struggling violently, and the force was so great that Liu Yifei's hand gripped his arm so tightly that the skin peeled off.

But she still didn't let go.

"Chen Mo, no, don't go out... Please, please, Teacher Zhao is only unconscious, it's not worth it for you to trade your life for his."

"Get out of the way!"

"No, Chen Mo, be good. Chen Mo is the best. Teacher Zhao will get better. Please be good, okay?"

Liu Yifei felt the struggle lessen, but she didn't let her guard down. She cupped Chen Mo's face in her hands, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and kept shaking her head, pleading for comfort.

Chen Mo glanced at Liu Yifei's scraped arm, which was visibly swelling and bleeding like blisters. It must hurt a lot, silly girl.

Chen Mo reached out and hugged Liu Yifei's head, then kissed her tear-stained lips.

"Polly~"

"Silly girl, you mustn't get hurt again. You're very, very good." Chen Mo pressed his forehead against Liu Yifei's and said softly, "If it weren't for Master, I would have been reincarnated long ago, so... I'm sorry, Lao Liu."

The words were spoken.

Chen Mo picked up Liu Yifei and threw her behind him, then gripped the doorknob tightly and pressed down hard.

"Crunch!"

The dim light from the corridor shone into the ward through the crack in the door.

"Xiao Mo..."

The teacher's wife called out again, but Old Zhao lay unconscious on the bed, having exhausted all her strength. Her cries were filled with despair, helplessness, and self-blame.

"Cough cough..."

Just then, a clear cough came from the hospital bed.

"He's awake! Teacher Zhao is awake! Chen Mo is awake!"

Liu Yifei got up from the ground and quickly hugged Chen Mo's waist again.

This time, she said she would never let go.

"Is... Xiao Mo back?"

Zhao Benshan was still weak, and his voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Yes, Teacher Zhao, Chen Mo is back. Your little apprentice is back. Chen Mo, hurry up, your master is calling you."

Liu Yifei used all her strength to pull Chen Mo toward the bed.

"Master..."

Chen Mo looked at his master and found that his master was also looking at him, his eyes filled with the same doting affection mixed with feigned disdain as always.

At this moment, tears streamed down my face.

Chen Mo strode to the bedside and grasped his old mentor's hand tightly.

"Crunch!"

Liu Yifei quickly closed the door, and her heart, which had been in her throat, calmed down slightly.

"Silly child." Zhao Benshan gently stroked Chen Mo's face, clumsily wiping away his tears. "Master will teach you another lesson today: A virtuous wife brings peace to her husband..."

"Master...I..."

Chen Mo pretended not to understand.

"when!"

Zhao Benshan gently tapped Chen Mo on the forehead.

"Keep pretending. Master isn't senile yet. He knows everything that happened while I was unconscious. If I don't wake up soon, we might end up meeting at the Bridge of Helplessness."

"What time is it? Stop joking."

"I'm not dead yet, but I woke up early and my health is almost gone. Master, take a nap and don't talk too much."

"Alright, alright, Master, please rest well."

Zhao Benshan closed his eyes again.

"call…"

Chen Mo wiped away his tears, his expression changed instantly, and a murderous aura burst forth from his eyes, making the ward feel chilly.