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Wu Yurong lay on the hospital bed when her stomach growled again.

She didn't eat anything all day.

That good-for-nothing Yang Fan didn't even let her have a sip of soup.

She turned to look at her agent.

"Get me some food! I'm starving."

The agent quickly ran out and bought it.

One hour later.

The implant has been removed.

Wu Yurong quickly started eating.

Three minutes later.

Wu Yurong ate her boxed lunch completely, even drinking every last drop of the seaweed and egg drop soup.

She touched her stomach, which had finally stopped growling, and sighed.

Now that the implant is gone, I still have to face Yang Fan's bitter face, live in that unfinished villa without a bathroom, and embarrass myself in front of netizens.

But since the contract was signed, we have no choice but to accept this outcome.

Wu Yurong ate every last grain of rice from her boxed lunch.

Then he remembered to ask the doctor, "Doctor, when can I walk?"

The doctor said, "After the implant is removed tomorrow morning, you will need to be observed overnight. You can be discharged if there are no abnormalities."

Wu Yurong's eyes lit up.

Tomorrow morning?

That meant she wouldn't have to go back to that unfinished villa tonight, wouldn't have to sleep on that iron-framed bed without a mattress, wouldn't have to stare at Yang Fan, and wouldn't have to smell that strange smell of cement flooring and wooden workbench mixed together.

She has soft pillows, clean blankets, a private bathroom, and a nurse available at any time.

She could even order another boxed meal.

"Great! We don't have to live in that unfinished villa anymore!"

The agent stood beside her, looking at her expression of relief, unsure of what to say.

This morning, Wu Yurong was cursing the production team for being inhumane in the dressing room, but now, because of a prosthesis removal surgery, she's in the hospital and is as happy as if she'd won the lottery.

Wu Yurong lay back on her pillow, remembering that Yang Fan was still squatting in that unfinished villa, hungry, sleeping on a wooden bed, and unable to even get a sip of hot water.

She lay on the soft hospital bed, the blankets had just been changed, and there was a half-finished glass of warm water on the bedside table.

"Yang Fan, let's see what you're going to do now! You'll just have to live alone in the villa! Hahaha!"

[This is the first time I've ever been so happy to see someone hospitalized!]

[The implant removal surgery turned out like this?! While others suffer in the hospital, she's enjoying herself!]

[Will Yang Fan be able to imitate others?]

Yang Fan was sitting on the bed in the unfinished villa, his stomach rumbling.

His stomach was cramping.

He only ate a small bite of that raw steak all day.

Wu Yurong is currently in the hospital.

The hospital provides food, beds, and nurses to take care of you.

She turned out to be lucky and escaped that horrible place.

What about him? Can he go to the hospital too? How can he go to the hospital?

Yang Fan looked down at his hands.

Cut it with a knife? It would hurt too much, he wouldn't dare, and besides, he'd need stitches and a scar, which wouldn't look good in future films.

Hit your head against a wall? What if you get mentally impaired? And what if you die?!

After much thought, he came up with what he considered the perfect solution—to feign unconsciousness.

Hypoglycemia.

It's perfectly reasonable for someone who's been starving all day to faint from low blood sugar.

The production team couldn't just ignore it, so they called an ambulance, took him to the hospital, had him checked out, and kept him under observation.

He'll be able to eat and sleep in the hospital, and escape this awful place tonight.

Yang Fan glanced back.

I calculated the angle and distance at which I fell to make sure I landed precisely on the bed, not on the floor.

After all, the floor was too hard, and it would hurt if I fell.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to lean backward.

His falling posture was somewhat unnatural and stiff. He landed on the bed with a muffled thud from the bed frame!

The staff were startled when they saw Yang Fan suddenly collapse onto the bed.

"Yang Fan fainted! Is it low blood sugar? He hasn't eaten much all day!"

Director Wang stared at the monitor for a while.

Yang Fan lay on the bed in a very proper posture.

A person who has fainted will not lie like this; they will be crooked, twisted, or their body will be curled up unnaturally.

But Director Wang didn't say it aloud, knowing full well but not revealing it, his tone weary: "Call an ambulance and take him to the hospital."

[Yang Fan fainted? He glanced at the bed before he fainted? This isn't fainting, it's aiming.]

Look at the way he fell down, it's so perfect! Is this really how you faint?!

When a normal person faints, they slide down limply, not crash down hard!

[Yang Fan's acting skills are so bad, even the organizers of that dubious award would want to refund his money!]

[Was he faking it? Did he try to run away after seeing Wu Yurong go to the hospital?]

[It's understandable to feign fainting after a long day of hunger! But don't be so fake, at least tilt your head a little.]

Yang Fan was quickly lifted onto a stretcher, his eyes still closed, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly; he was trying not to laugh. Staff lifted him into the ambulance, the door closed, and the ambulance drove away from the production crew.