Good Samaritan Mr Yu

"Brother Yu." An Wei exclaimed, suddenly anxious. When recording the show, she was watching from the audience, and she didn't see many details in real life, so seeing that Shen Yu didn't say anything, she didn't act rashly. Now it seems that she shouldn’t care about the overall situation at the time, but directly interrupt the recording of the show.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." When Shen Yu heard An Wei's voice change, she smiled and said that she was okay. "Go to the doctor and it will be fine. It shouldn't affect the magazine shooting the day after tomorrow."

"I still care about the magazine shooting now." An Wei gritted her teeth and said, drove the car as fast as she could, and finally arrived at a private hospital when Shen Yu almost fell asleep.

"Here is" Shen Yuding glanced outside the car, his dizzy brain didn't realize where it was for a while.

"A relatively well-known private hospital, don't you think you can go to a public hospital now?" An Wei was very anxious. Seeing Shen Yu's confused appearance, she was a little bit dumbfounded and her mood stabilized. Speaking of which, Yu Ge's bewildered appearance of this disease is not cute.

Private hospitals with high confidentiality, good environment, and advanced medical standards are actually very common in Beijing, a place where the rich and powerful are everywhere. Many people who are inconvenient to publicize will even invest in a private hospital to ensure absolute safety. The hospital An Wei brought Shen Yu to has a cooperative relationship with Zhong Simo's studio. Of course, Shen Yu didn't know this.

An Wei helped Shen Yu to take the elevator directly from the underground garage to the diagnosis room of the doctor who had been booked in the car. In just a few minutes, Shen Yu was already sweating. His body was frail, but he was embarrassed to put the weight on a girl in An Wei, and could only grit his teeth and support it with willpower.

The doctor named An Wei appointment was Zhang, a gastrointestinal expert. He was sixty years old, with gray hair and reading glasses, but he was very energetic. He was dug up by this private hospital because of his superb medical skills after he retired from a public hospital. come over.

"Doctor Zhang, how is Brother Yu," An Wei asked when Dr. Zhang touched Shen Yu's forehead and told him to stick out his tongue and look at it.

Doctor Zhang raised his hand to signal An Wei not to rush to ask, and stretched out his fingers on Shen Yu’s wrist for ten seconds. Most of the older and experienced doctors knew something about Chinese and Western medicine. An Wei frowned when he saw the other party’s brows. Shen, but did not dare to speak any more questions, anxiously pinched a green mark on his arm.

"What did you eat before you came?" Doctor Zhang asked, observing Shen Yu's expression.

"Raw eggs, bitter gourd juice, pepper, and some other spices mixed together" Shen Yu's voice became less and less guilty, because the eyes of Doctor Zhang across the square table were about to burst into flames.

"You young people, can you just drink whatever you want for your life?" Doctor Zhang felt that he was going to be **** to death. Since he was hired to this private hospital, he has seen too much not to take his body back. The muddy rich second generations are regularly sent for gastric lavage every month. Why is this young guy in front of me looking quiet and likable? It’s better to play than those of the second generation. What kind of ghosts are you drinking?

"I'm sorry doctor, I don't want to drink either." Shen Yu justified with a wry smile. Although the doctor's tone was stern, he was sincere for the benefit of the patient, and his tone was very similar to the elders in the family. Although Shen Yu was trained, his heart felt warm.

After hearing this, Doctor Zhang looked at Shen Yu again, and after examining his appearance and expression, he thought of another possibility, and his tone of voice became a little softer.

"You're a star, alas, it's not easy. There is a kid in my hometown." Doctor Zhang shook his head, and began to mark the diagnosis sheet.

"This is my job, as it should be." Shen Yu endured the convulsive pain of his stomach and smiled. How can there be so many smooth sailing things in this world.

"Yes, work is not easy to do, and money is not easy to earn. Some people just don't understand how simple the truth is. With more celebrities like you and fewer drug users, the society can be more stable." While writing, Dr. Zhang asked with concern, "Is your boss too harsh on you?" The celebrity is also a human being, how can he drink that kind of thing.

"No, some other reasons." Shen Yu does not have a company now, the boss of He Lai said. As for why he drank that cup of dark food, it is not easy to explain, Shen Yu had to go over it casually.

Fortunately, Dr. Zhang did not continue to ask. After he finished writing, he put the pen down and handed the list to An Wei, "Although the pile of things mixed up is extremely irritating to the stomach, it can't reach this level. I doubt him. There is a problem with the raw eggs you drank. You take him to do the above inspection and then come to me for diagnosis."

An Wei was even more anxious when she heard that if there were any germs in the two eggs, she helped Shen Yu to go to the various departments for examination, and then ran up and down to pay the fees and fill in the information to complete the formalities. She almost broke a pair of feet in high heels. Finally got the result. Fortunately, Dr. Zhang's guess about eggs did not come true. Shen Yu had a mild cold before and was very uncomfortable with bitter gourd stimuli, so his body reacted so strongly.

After sending Shen Yu to the independent ward for infusion, An Wei was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. She was sitting on the bench outside the ward, and suddenly realized that she hadn't reported such a big incident to the boss. It’s 7 o’clock in the evening in China, it’s noon in France, the boss should be resting.

An Wei took out his mobile phone and decided that the prophet would call the boss anyway, and there were certain things that only he could do.

Far away in Paris, France, before the Golden Mint Film Festival, well-known filmmakers and media from all over the world gathered, coveted and interviewed constantly. Zhong Simo sat on the corner of the sofa bored, waiting for the banquet to go back to the hotel and harassing Shen Yu a little bit. Not far away from him, a domestic media is interviewing a popular American actor who has recently cooperated with China. The camera can just frame Zhong Simo in, and it seems that the next target is going to interview and harass him. Trouble, Zhong Simo shook the red wine glass in his hand, and suddenly heard the special tone of the mobile phone in his pocket.

He came to France this time and only set up special reminders for three people, one is Shen Yu, one is ary, and the other is An Wei. At this point in time, who actually sent the message?

Zhong Simo took out his phone and opened the message for a few seconds, and his expression suddenly changed to anger. Regardless of the presence of a camera in front of him, he put down his wine glass and got up and left.

"Director Zhong, Director Zhong" the interviewer behind him wanted to call him, but they could only watch Zhong Simo's back quickly disappear into the crowd.

At this time, at 7 or 8 o'clock in the country, it is the time for office workers to finish their day's work and the student party can lie in bed and scan Weibo. The flow of various messages on the network that carried hundreds of millions of people generally slipped through, and occasionally one or two splashes of water splashed, and quickly disappeared. Suddenly, a Weibo with hundreds of thousands of fans posted a message.

"Yuanyuan, not flat: Today is really a bad day, a piece of good intentions is treated as donkey liver and lungs. A certain surnamed Xiaoxianrou, I hope I won't cooperate with you again in the future."

Today, you are not a cute beautiful girl host on the Red Web Comprehensive. The news is still such a huge amount of information. Soon this Weibo was screenshots and forwarded tens of thousands of times. At the same time, Yuanyuan’s surname in the mouth was s. Who on earth is Xiaoxianrou has sparked heated discussions among netizens, and no one will refuse entertainment gossip.

In just ten minutes, the topic of #s姓小鲜肉玩大牌# was topped hot. This kind of unwarranted accusation is the most nerve-wracking, because it does not have a clear direction and you cannot refute it forcefully. Passers-by recognized who it was referring to, but it was extremely bad for passers-by's goodwill.

In the comment area, many black fans with complicated ingredients have begun to take advantage of the topic, and fans of various male celebrities surnamed s have also come to oppose the black while giving various examples to refute, absolutely not allowing the pot to fall on their own heads. All kinds of related voices flooded the Internet for a while, and it seems that tonight's "feast" has been booked.

As the initiator of all this, Yuanyuan smiled satisfied and threw down the phone. After another half an hour, after the incident spread further, she deleted her Weibo and had no choice but to deny it. However, the content of Weibo has already been printed in the minds of the majority of netizens. When today's You Are Not Cute, the program official announces the guests of the next program, it is self-evident who the surname is Xiao Xianrou. At that time, all kinds of public opinions will definitely be enough for Shen Yu, who has not had a company to do the backstage, and has become popular with hype. The entertainment industry is such a place, if you don’t give him some color and look at Liwei, wouldn’t everyone dare to step on her head next time?

Yuanyuan smiled and got up and went to the wine cabinet and took a bottle of red wine and opened it for a few sips. Feeling uncomfortable, she simply pulled off her corset and rubbed her **** in front of the mirror. Speaking of it, she hasn't "played" well for a while, and the sisters will have an adult arty in a few days, but they can go shopping, but be careful. It's really annoying to be a star, Yuanyuan snorted, she was tired of pretending to be pure.

It is a pity that Yuanyuan is destined to be unable to carry out her complete plan. Ten minutes later, the program team called.

"What are you talking about?" Her clothes are not neatly dressed, her scented shoulders and semi-bare bodice are falling down, and her cute face is hideous, and she will surely jump if she is seen.

"Excuse me, Yuanyuan, the top of our website decided to revise the program, so we have a long holiday for you, and you don't need to host it for the time being." The person in charge's voice is gentle and gentle, and he can't fault it, but his words are enough. Let Yuanyuan go crazy. Although it is euphemistic to say what version of the program will be changed, and if there is a need to dismiss her person in charge, the clear meaning of no longer cooperating in it is of course clear. She is tired of pretending to be pure, but what else can she do if she is not allowed to pretend

"No, Brother Bai, wait a minute, can you tell me what's going on?" Anxious, Yuanyuan's voice finally softened, bringing with him the pitiful and coquettish feeling in front of the camera.

It's a pity that the person in charge obviously doesn't take this set. "I don't know. That's how it was notified. You should stop asking others."

The phone hung up, a cold busy tone sounded, Yuanyuan stood stiffly for a few seconds, and suddenly flipped through the address book like crazy. This is indeed a "feast" night, but it is a pity that the cook has become her

"Boss, I have contacted Coke Video and promised them to withdraw that Yuanyuan position." Ay grabbed the phone with one hand and swiped on the tablet, speaking at a much faster rate than usual. The angry boss, she Don't dare to provoke, "Now are we deleting all related news on the Internet first?"

"That Weibo has been posted for more than ten minutes, and everyone who should have seen it has seen it. Now deleting our public relations will only delete it with one click" Zhong Simo's tone is cold and full of anger, like an eruption. Volcano, the last time the boss was so angry, ary had suddenly struck a spirit, and he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"Then we will add to the flames and arrange the anti-hype. It happened that Shen Yu was still in the hospital, and I got the master tape of the show." An Wei quickly said the second plan.

"Be careful, don’t disturb him to rest. And Yuanyuan, don’t dismiss and you’re done, dig again. This kind of person can’t tell how dirty it is in private, just as I thank her and give her free of charge to expose it. Take a wash."

Zhong Simo pressed the word thank you very heavily, holding the phone tightly in his distinct hands, as if it was not an electronic product but the reckless hostess pinched in his hand. He thought of the medical certificate that An Wei had just sent, and felt that it would be cheaper to strangle her to death. With such a serious symptom, why is he in France now, so he can’t go back and take a look in person?

In the office of a private hospital in Beijing, Dr. Zhang sneezed and pushed his reading glasses. In order to allow Shen Yu to get more rest time from the boss, the old man who deliberately exaggerated the symptoms did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.