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The corridor outside the consultation room was already packed with people.

Flashes of light went off one after another. Zhou Ai's fans' knuckles turned white as they gripped their support banners, while media reporters' cameras and microphones filled every gap.

When Zhou Ai pushed open the door, the commotion almost lifted the roof off the emergency room.

He casually twirled a black baseball cap in his hand, his fluorescent-colored bangs hanging down the edge of the gauze, his face completely uncovered, with white gauze covering the stitches on his brow bone, exuding a wild and handsome charm.

"Zhou Ai! Look this way!"

"Is the wound serious? Will it affect the tour?"

"elder brother--"

"Zhou Ai, is there anything you'd like to say about the accident?"

Amidst the screams and flashing lights, Zhou Ai suddenly frowned and raised his index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

"Shh-"

The crowd was muted, with only the camera still emitting an electronic buzzer.

Pushing through the automatically parting wall of people, Zhou Ai's gaze passed over the throng of heads and landed on the door of consultation room number three.

Chu Yi was writing down the patient's medical history, his white coat accentuating his physique, and a silver-gray stethoscope hanging around his neck, swaying slightly with his breathing.

He wrote quickly, the ballpoint pen scratching across the informed consent form, and the exposed part of his wrist was dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the blue-black ink.

Seemingly sensing the burning gaze, Chu Yi suddenly looked up.

The eyes above the mask accurately captured Zhou Ai in the center of the crowd, the pupils shrinking to pinpoints in the flashing spotlight.

Time seemed to be stretched out in slow motion.

This photo later went viral online.

The security personnel brought by Xu Yang instantly isolated the crowd, and Zhou Ai was the first to avert her gaze. Following Xu Yang's directions, she walked towards the nanny van outside the emergency room.

A barrage of cameras and microphones suddenly appeared, but Zhou Ai's face remained undisguised, her expression still calm. Just as she was about to step into the van, she abruptly stopped.

Everyone instinctively held their breath. Zhou Ai turned to face the camera of the nearest media outlet and said, "The tour will proceed as scheduled. I won't die."

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"Oh my god—"

Xu Yang had gone to great lengths to bring this young master home; this cash cow had almost perished. Even now, thinking about it makes his heart pound.

"Mr. Zhou called you more than a dozen times but you didn't answer, so he called me instead."

Xu Yang waved the name on his phone screen in front of Zhou Ai, then, in a fit of desperation, shoved the still-ringing phone into Zhou Ai's hand. "Damn it, you explain this to President Zhou yourself."

Zhou Ai answered the phone, "Hello, brother."

Zhou Song's voice, filled with gritted teeth, came through the receiver: "So you still know how to answer the phone? I thought you were dead."

"Don't worry, he's not dead."

"Be careful, don't go too far and kill yourself, I won't be able to explain it to Mom." After saying that, Zhou Song hung up the phone neatly.

Zhou Ai curled her lips as she heard the dial tone indicating the call had ended, then stood up nonchalantly and handed the phone back to Xu Yang.

"Is Mr. Zhou...is he angry?" Xu Yang carefully took the phone and asked uncertainly.

Zhou Ai seemed not to hear him, turned around, grabbed Xu Yang by the collar, and shooed him out. "I need to rest now. Goodbye."

"Holy crap..."

Xu Yang was met with a cold, indifferent door.

The house was completely quiet. Zhou Ai deftly took off her short-sleeved shirt with one hand and casually tossed it onto the sofa, revealing her slender, muscular upper body with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. She was wearing only a pair of pants and leaning against the sofa with her phone in hand.

Her phone was full of greetings from acquaintances. Zhou Ai picked and chose to reply to the important people, and finally posted on her WeChat Moments to show that she was still alive and well.

After finally letting out a sigh of relief, I leaned back on the sofa behind me, closed my eyes to rest for a while, and then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

The first thing Zhou Ai saw when she stood in front of the mirror was the gauze on her forehead. She carefully peeled off the surface of the gauze, revealing the true nature of the wound.

Honestly, it's really good.

Whether it's the wound or the person stitching it up.

"Heh." Zhou Ai was so childish that she cried. She roughly reattached the other side of the tape, quickly took a shower and slept soundly before lying comfortably on the bed.

The endless rehearsals and singing practice, coupled with the stage accident, left him completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. He fell into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.