The Strongest Doctor

The atmosphere of the scene was once again toppled to the top.

The audience were all excited and cheered for the arrival of Shen Mengyao.

Ning Changsheng didn't expect that the response on the scene was so enthusiastic. Maybe it was a very right thing to let Shen Mengyao become a patient in the final.

Wait until Shen Mengyao sits safely in the middle of the field.

The audience suddenly quieted down, and then there was a burst of doubt.

"What does that mean?"

"Why did Shen Mengyao sit in the patient's seat?"

"Yes, that place is where competitors diagnose patients. Is Shen Mengyao sick?"

After hearing the scene's exclamation and hesitation, Ning Changsheng immediately picked up the microphone and said, "ladies and gentlemen, I know what you are questioning, but the fact is in front of you. Shen Mengyao is the last patient diagnosed by our ancestors!"

"What?"

"Shen Mengyao is really sick. What's the matter?"

"Maybe it's because she is too tired to sing and act. That's why she suffers from some disease. I really feel sorry for her."

The scene of nothing is not a burst of regret, but also have a different look.

Because Shen Mengyao's image in front of the public has always been known for her perfection. Now she suddenly falls ill, which inevitably leads to a gap.

Shen Mengyao's face also changed slightly. She didn't expect that this time, she summoned up the courage to come out and came to the middle of the competition field, but she didn't expect such a big response.

There are obviously some bad voices in these repercussions.

It had a very bad effect on her.

Shen Mengyao as a star, her every move in the public field of vision is very eye-catching, suddenly came here, revealed that she is sick, naturally reduced her image.

Her brow light Cu, just this time Shen Mengyao also don't want to explain what.

Sick is sick, we are all mortals, eat grains, natural not vulgar.

But Shen Mengyao's personal phone suddenly rings.

Only a few people know about this call, but those who can call are very important people.

Shen Mengyao takes out the phone and has a look. At last, she has no choice but to get through.

"Shen Mengyao, what are you doing? Did you suddenly come to the scene of Yanhuang medical competition with the consent of our agency? " This call was made by Mr. Yang, the top leader of their brokerage company.

"Mr. Yang, I just want to cure my illness." Shen Mengyao said.

"You can't get rid of your illness. Besides, as long as you pay attention, it won't have much influence. But do you know that your rash appearance will reduce your image points and make our brokerage company suffer losses?" Mr. Yang said seriously.

"Mr. Yang, do you only know the interests of the company? Don't you know the pain I've suffered for half a year? " Shen Mengyao's voice can not help but improve a few points.

"Hurt? Cut the bullshit. The doctor says you're not sick at all. You're just a little depressed. You can take that medicine every day. There's nothing going on behind you. " Mr. Yang said.

"No, I can't take that medicine every day, let alone often. I've found that I'm very uncomfortable. If I take that medicine again, I'll have a big problem." Shen Mengyao said.

"Then I don't allow you to play now and leave the game immediately, otherwise, we will deal with it according to your breach of contract." Mr. Yang said.

"Breach of contract..." Shen Mengyao was stunned.

Every star of them will sign a contract with the brokerage company. In these contracts, there is one thing that they can't do at will to reduce their image.

If there is a loss to the company, the compensation should be double.

This is not a small sum.

After all, it takes a lot of energy and time for a company to cultivate an artist, and also a lot of money for publicity.

What's more, now she finds that her illness is no longer a simple disease. If it is not cured, it is likely to make her restless for the rest of her life.

"Break the contract, break the contract." Shen Mengyao was disappointed to the extreme.

"What did you say? Are you really going to default? " Mr. Yang was stunned.

"Mr. Yang, I've had enough of it for a long time. Over the years, you've made a lot of money on me. Your company has changed from a small studio to a large group. But these years, you've become more and more greedy. You've never considered my feelings. You just want to continue to earn more money from me. Mr. Yang, I've long wanted to tell you something..." Shen Mengyao said.

Mr. Yang quickly interrupted: "no, Shen Mengyao, this time it's over."

Shen Mengyao is a cash cow of their company. If she really wants to terminate her contract, it will cause more losses to her company.

Just this time, Shen Mengyao summoned up courage and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang. I still want to say, let's terminate the contract."

"No, Shen Mengyao, we can still talk about..." But before Mr. Yang finished his sentence, Shen Mengyao hung up.Just Yang always call, Shen Mengyao will directly turn off the phone, this just put in the pocket.

All of a sudden, she felt relaxed.

In the past six months, she always wanted to have a good rest, but because of the company's contract, she had to work hard every day.

Perhaps, she felt that she could paralyze that feeling at work.

Just on the contrary, the feeling of heartache is more and more intense. She can always think of the shadow of that person in her work.

But now, from today on, she has been relaxed. She doesn't need to be bound by anything. She can also go out and stop and live a comfortable life. Maybe she can forget that feeling.

When Shen Mengyao looked up again and saw that there was still a lot of criticism in the audience, she also felt that it was not so important.

What's the point of lowering your image?

Shen Mengyao smiles and sits on the chair. Her temperament is from the inside out, which can't be ignored.

It also made the audience's comments smaller. Maybe she found that from the beginning to the end, Shen Mengyao didn't show any displeasure. This kind of feeling is like you accidentally hurt others, but others still smile and say it's OK, which makes people feel especially guilty.

It's exactly an hour past.

At this time, Ning Changsheng saw the scene gradually settle down, and then swept to the participants.

Right now.

Wang Zhen and Lynch are both in a settled state, but when they feel his eyes, they open their eyes at the same time, and spit out a mouthful of turbid air in their mouth, just like the real white fog, which is very strange.

"You two, are you ready?" Ning Changsheng asked.

"No problem." Wang Zhen stood up with a loud crackle on his body.

"Anytime." Lynch stood up, but his momentum was restrained and he could not bear it.