Shen Yiming injured his hand and was photographed by paparazzi on his way to the hospital. With the amplification by Weibo marketing accounts, the internet is now full of news about his injury.
To avoid being chased by fans and dogs, Shen Yiming didn't go to the hospital but went straight home.
His agent hired a private doctor for him.
Shen Yiming's agent is a veteran at one of Shen's brokerage firms.
He has helped many famous artists become famous.
It's called Ningbo.
The doctor hadn't arrived yet, and Ningbo paced anxiously back and forth in the living room.
He looked at Young Master Shen sitting on the sofa with a helpless expression, and couldn't help but sigh heavily again.
"Young Master, I'm begging you, can you please give me a break? With your status, how can you go and fight with others?"
Fighting is one thing, but you should have sent your men to fight. Why did you have to do it yourself?
If you're going to start, just start. Why did you end up crippling yourself?
Shen Yiming was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat and didn't want to say a word.
To be honest, he had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered any injuries.
My hand is broken now, and it really hurts.
Seeing that Shen Yiming was in so much pain, Ningbo quickly took out his phone, walked to the side, and called the doctor.
However, just as he dialed the doctor's number, the maid rushed in and said, "Young Master, Mr. Ji Huaishen is looking for you."
Ji Huaishen?
Shen Yiming covered his hand, grimacing, and asked, "What's he doing here?"
He had barely finished speaking when Ji Huaishen walked in.
Behind him followed two burly men, Gu Zuo and Gu You.
"I'm here to ask Young Master Shen for a favor."
Ji Huaishen's expression was cold and his tone was indifferent. Although he said "please," he did not show any attitude of asking for help.
"You want my help?"
It's like the sun has risen in the west today; the powerful and influential Ji Huaishen actually asked him for help.
Shen Yiming narrowed his eyes, as if he suddenly understood something, and tentatively asked, "Is it about Little Sweet Orange?"
"So it turns out that Shen Yingdi isn't stupid after all."
It seems they still have a brain.
Not-So-Foolish Shen Yiming: "..."
Holy crap!
What's wrong with this person?
Is this the attitude you should have when asking for help?
Shen Yiming snorted coldly, raising his chin as he said, "So, why should I help you?"
Ji Huai glanced at his arm, his thin lips parted slightly, and his powerful aura was overwhelming.
"SC Group can fully invest in the big-budget movie you want to make next."
Shen Yiming and his agent: "!"
That's a massive international production! We haven't found a suitable investor yet.
Although the Shen family is wealthy, the amount of funds needed is large, and besides, Shen Yiming is short of money.
"Sir, I think we can consider this."
Ningbo blinked and put his phone away.
Shen Yiming unconsciously swallowed and glared at Ningbo next to him.
To be honest, this offer is really attractive.
Before they could answer, Ji Huaishen added, "Also, the doctor you called was detained by my men."
Shen Yiming: "..."
Depend on!
Ji Huaishen, that despicable scoundrel.
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Meng's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
Mu Xiaocheng looked at Shen Yiming, who had a broken arm and multiple injuries on his body, and... Ji Huaishen standing next to him.
Meng Zhixiang was examining him, and as he did so, he asked, "It's not serious, just a slight misalignment of the bones."
"But how exactly did you get this injury?"
No sooner had Grandpa Meng finished speaking than Ji Huaishen calmly replied, "He was beaten by his love rival."
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