"This director is too arrogant. We've tried to explain it to him, but he... and the commercial still needs to be filmed. We can't..."
Tianjiao stood there and replied in a very depressed tone.
In fact, according to her personality, she doesn't need to serve this person at all.
But Wu Qiao fell into a coma, and she was afraid that her decision would cause more trouble.
"Okay, let's start cleaning up."
After he finished speaking, Sima Yan flashed out of the tent.
Irene was afraid that the other party would do something excessive, so she hurriedly followed him out.
After all, Qiao Qiao's reputation is already bad enough now.
Outside the tent, Sima Yan slowly took off his white gloves and squinted his eyes at the director who was standing opposite him with his neck stretched out and shouting.
At this time, Bond, who arrived later, was also hidden in the crowd.
"Are you the director?"
When the director saw a man coming out of Wu Qiao's tent, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he looked very proud.
"Yeah, is there something wrong? Oh, you even knew to ask for help. It seems that the rumors outside are true."
The fact that they are both handsome is enough to prove that there is something fishy going on between them.
Seeing the other person's disgusting look, Sima Yan didn't even want to speak, so he just lightly drew his finger.
Suddenly, a giant jumped out from behind the director and slapped him on the neck.
The director immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.
This violent way of handling the situation immediately cheered up the people in Wu Qiao's team.
I've been feeling depressed for three hours and I've reached my limit.
"Okay, quiet down."
Sima Yan looked at everyone and couldn't help but sneer.
"Remember this, don't let me hear any bad things about you anymore. Keep your mouths shut."
The warning was an understatement, but Bond's action was not an understatement.
Who would believe that someone who dares to beat people so blatantly and is so arrogant has no background?
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Two hours later, Wu Qiao returned to Sima Yan's private clinic and began a series of examinations.
But what is worrying is that Wu Qiao's fever never subsides.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, but the friend's condition had not improved. Tianjiao and others were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
"Don't panic, don't worry, I won't let anything happen to her."
This time, it was rare to see Sima Yan with a calm face and not joking.
Back in his office, Sima Yan walked to the cubicle and just as he put his hand on the safe, he was stopped by Bond.
"Did you call the boss?"
"We did. The boss said it really didn't work, so this is the only way."
Bond patted Sima Yan's shoulder with some concern.
"How could she...how could she?"
How could I get infected with that virus?
Sima Yan was not sure whether someone had tampered with the plan. This needed to be investigated, but time waited for no one.
Thinking of this, he opened the safe neatly and took out a gray box from it.
The box contains the only remaining potion, called "Rebirth". The function of the potion is just as its name suggests, it will give people a different rebirth, strength, and wisdom.
But on the other hand, what is endured is also something that ordinary people cannot endure.
"But what if there are complications?"
They knew very well how powerful this potion was.
Everyone on their team had fought it, but it was…too hard.
Wu Qiao is only eighteen years old and weak. What if he can't withstand the strong effects of the potion and can't wake up?
"At least there's still a chance of survival. Otherwise, the virus will invade my internal organs and I'll have no chance of survival."
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