Chapter 6 "Okay, you are the ancestor."

Zhou Ai went to the hospital that day but did not change the medicine. As a result, he rehearsed all day long, and the gauze on his forehead was repeatedly soaked and dried by sweat.

Xu Yang couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

He couldn't let the God of Wealth's face be ruined in his hands.

"Come with me to change the dressing."

Xu Yang, with a bad look on his face, pulled Zhou Ai, who had just jumped off the stage, over.

"What do you want to change?" The music on the stage had not been turned off yet, and there were many staff members around. Zhou Ai was still immersed in the beat and did not hear what Xu Yang said at all. She just glanced at him under the light and saw that his face was not looking good.

"I said - change - the medicine." Xu Yang tried to close the distance between them and unconsciously stood on tiptoe, but Zhou Ai's height was really beyond his reach.

Xu Yang gave up communicating with Zhou Ai and called Zhou Song directly.

Sure enough, Zhou Ai followed him obediently to the Zhou family's private hospital to change the dressing.

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Zhou Ai sat under the lights in the clinic, the glare of the white light causing him to squint unconsciously. The doctor, wearing a mask, was bending over to examine the wound on his brow bone.

"It's a beautiful stitch," the doctor said, gently parting the scab with tweezers. "The cosmetic stitches are almost invisible, and the thread used is absorbable."

Zhou Ai's fingers tapped unconsciously on the edge of the examination bed, and the metal bed surface made a slight sound when his knuckles knocked on it.

The dazzling white light reminded him of the day in the emergency room when Chu Yi lowered his head and his drooping eyelashes and the pair of bony hands wearing sterile gloves.

"This scar cream..." The doctor picked up the tube of medicine placed aside and looked at it, then suddenly smiled. "It's imported, and you're quite willing to spend money on it."

Zhou Ai was well behaved this time. He just lay there motionless with a cold expression.

When she heard the doctor talking about the scar cream, she glanced at it and said calmly, "Aren't they all the same? They're prescribed by the hospital."

"Our hospital usually prescribes domestically produced ones," the doctor said, placing the ointment back on the tray. "They're pretty much the same, but this one..." He pointed to the German label on the tube. "It's more than ten times the price."

Zhou Ai stared at the tube of ointment, his Adam's apple moving. He remembered that every time he changed the dressing, Chu Yi would dip a cotton swab in it and gently spread it on his wound.

The ointment has a light minty scent, cool and refreshing, just like Chu Yi's unhurried tone when speaking.

"The doctor who sewed this wound was very skilled," he said as he bandaged it. "Look at the direction of the needle. The scar will grow along the skin's grain, so even if it does remain, it won't be noticeable."

Zhou Ai suddenly stood up, startling the doctor.

"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?"

"fine."

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"You've almost figured out the use of this medicine."

Xu Yang looked at Master Zhou in the passenger seat, who had been staring at the scar cream in his hand since he got into the car.

"Did you go to the hospital to pay the bill last time when you got stitches?" Zhou Ai put the scar removal cream into his trouser pocket and turned to ask.

"It must be me. Master Zhou is going to reimburse me?" Xu Yang turned around with a smug look and fired at Zhou Ai's face.

"Give it to me." After saying that, Zhou Ai stretched out one hand righteously in front of Xu Yang.

"What for you?" Xu Yang was confused looking at the hand in front of him.

"List."

"I'll take a screenshot and send it to you on my phone later."

While driving, Xu Yang secretly glanced at Zhou Ai's expression, wondering in his heart - this ancestor never cares about money in normal times, why is he suddenly concerned about medical expenses today?

While the light was red, he quickly retrieved the payment records from his phone, took a screenshot and sent it to Zhou Ai.

Zhou Ai clicked on the picture, swiped his slender fingers across the screen twice, and frowned slightly: "That's all?"

"Yes, the registration fee, suture fee, and tetanus shot are all here." Xu Yang looked puzzled. "You don't suspect me of corruption, do you?"

Zhou Ai ignored him and just stared at the screen of her mobile phone. She tapped the "scar cream" column with her fingertips - sure enough, there was no such item on the list at all.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, he threw the locked screen of his phone aside, and turned to look out the window.

“........”

Xu Yang has been following Zhou Ai since his debut. He has never figured out this guy's temper over the years.

He really didn't understand why a checkout list could make people laugh?

Hard to figure out...

"The filming of that commercial you took on was postponed because of your facial injury."

Zhou Ai said "hmm" nonchalantly, his fingers still unconsciously stroking the scar cream in his trouser pocket.

Xu Yang glanced at him and continued reporting: "The brand said to wait until your wound is completely healed before filming. They're not in a hurry."

"Pushed it." Zhou Ai suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Xu Yang almost slammed on the brakes. "This is a top-tier endorsement, the penalty for breach of contract—"

"Compensation." This single word expresses the profound meaning of Young Master Zhou's wealth.

Zhou Ai turned to look out the window at the rapidly receding street scene and continued in a calm tone, "Did you get the potato chip ad I asked you to contact last time?"

Xu Yang's eyes widened. "When did you become interested in potato chip commercials?"

Zhou Ai retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Just answer whether you received it or not."

Speaking of this potato chip advertisement, Xu Yang still remembers it vividly.

When he contacted the company and offered to be the spokesperson, they were scared to death.

"I got it." Xu Yang gritted his teeth unhappily and squeezed out three words from between his teeth.

My heart is bleeding.

He gave up a top-level endorsement and endorsed a potato chip advertisement.

The most important thing is the tens of millions of dollars in liquidated damages.

Xu Yang felt like he was about to close his eyes and kick his feet, and in the next second he would be transformed into an immortal.

Zhou Ai nodded with satisfaction, tapping her fingers lightly on the edge of the car window: "When do we shoot?"

"The time hasn't been set yet." Xu Yang gritted his teeth, "But can you tell me why you have to take this potato chip commercial?"

Zhou Ai's lips curled up into a faint smile: "Delicious."

"......"

Xu Yang tightened his grip on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to drive the car into the green belt.

"I'll pay the liquidated damages," Zhou Ai glanced at Xu Yang, whose face had turned as black as charcoal, curled his lips, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I'll double the advertising creative fee."

Xu Yang took a deep breath and finally accepted his fate: "Okay, you are the ancestor."