Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

In the end, the two successfully climbed to the top of the rock wall and landed safely. Although they did not win the first prize, the rock climbing coach still let out a deep breath when he saw their feet on the ground—if these young masters If someone really had an accident here, they would be left with nothing to eat.

The private doctor who had been waiting below came up early, with snow-white bandages, clean syringes, and all kinds of precision medical instruments shining with silver light. Those who didn't know would think that a major operation would be performed in the open air.

Ji Hang didn't know whether it was because of excessive blood loss or exhaustion, or because he was unhappy because he failed to win the game. His face was not very good-looking, his blood-colored lips were tightly pressed, and his cheeks were slightly concave, as if he was biting stiffly. His teeth were locked, and he didn't talk to her after landing.

In the second half of the pull, I climbed down mechanically based on instinct. My head was dizzy, my limbs were weak, and I was exhausted. I didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone slap Cheng Jimo, who was still screaming until now. .

It was Jiang Yun who was reliable, supported her, found her a blanket to wrap around her body, and handed her a cup of hot milk.She held the glass with both hands and drank half a glass of milk before she regained her strength.

"Wait, huh, exciting?" Jimo finally stopped screaming, and looked at her with bright eyes, "Does it look like bungee jumping? Do you want to do it again?"

Gu Wanwan really couldn't understand how Jimo's brain circuits grew in her whole life, she gave him a sad look, it's a pity for this beautiful face and those small teeth.

Jimo didn't care about her silence, and suggested enthusiastically, "Next time, let's jump on the Royal Canyon Suspension Bridge in the United States. It's more than 300 meters, and you can jump for seven or eight seconds, or you can do skydiving, hang gliding, etc."

Before Wan Wan had time to refuse him, she heard a loud noise in the nearby tent, as if something had been knocked to the ground, and then the private doctor stepped back quickly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yun stirred the milk with a small spoon and asked the doctor.

There was fine sweat on the forehead of the private doctor, and he smiled wryly at them, "Mr. Cheng seems to be in a bad mood."

Who can say that Mr. Cheng is in a good mood one day?The three were noncommittal, "Has the wound been stitched?"

"Only... only halfway through the stitches," the doctor said with an embarrassed expression, "Please hurry up and find another doctor, it won't be good until the anesthetic wears off."

Jimo rolled his eyes, "No need, let's make do with it." Before he finished speaking, he pushed Gu Wanwan, who was standing still, in with his right hand.

The tent was full of syringes and instruments, a low table was overturned, Cheng Jihang stood with his back to her, his right hand was folded in his trouser pocket, the palm of his naturally drooping left hand was stained with blood, bright red blood dripped down his fingers On the ground, gathered into a small pile, and did not look back.

Wanwan originally planned to leave quietly, after all, she had never studied medicine and didn't know how to sew and pack, but seeing this scene, for some reason, she couldn't move away anymore.

Ji Hang looked out the window, she looked at his back, the two were silent for a long time.Finally Ji Hang asked, "What's the matter?" He didn't look back at her, his voice was as cold as a diamond.

"I..." Wanwan hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward, "I'm here to bandage your wound."