Chapter Thirteen

  The ward fell silent for three seconds.

  At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a white coat, presumably the doctor in charge, rushed in from the door. He grabbed the camera from the reporter closest to him and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing! What are you doing! Quiet! Are you shameless or not! Ah, this is a hospital! The patient has just passed the critical period and needs rest! You're making a racket, what are you taking pictures of?! If something happens, will you be responsible?!"

  A little nurse poked her head out from behind the attending doctor, her eyes red and on the verge of tears, also whispering: "You guys are really too much, don't you have any professional ethics... If this continues I'll call the police."

  "My dad has already called the police!"

  Fang Yu stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket and grabbed the female reporter standing by the door, pulling her out - she tried to struggle, grabbing Fang Yu's hand with one hand while shouting in a shrill voice: "Don't use violence, what kind of man hits women!"

  "Did I hit you?" Fang Yu raised an eyebrow, "Say that one more time and I'll really hit you!"

  While speaking, he roughly pushed the female reporter out with one hand.

  For a moment, the reporters present did not dare to speak, and the person carrying the camera from the same newspaper as the female reporter also did not dare to speak. They looked at Fang Yu's furious face, their lips moved slightly, and they followed the female reporter out of the ward with a gloomy expression.

  Looking at Jian Ran again, he first wanted to defend his mother's portrait rights with his life, but before he could succeed, he was stuffed into Jiang Chuan's pocket by one hand. The man's strength was a bit too much, and as a hamster, Jian Ran was caught off guard and almost had his internal organs squeezed out. After finally catching his breath, he poked his head out of Jiang Chuan's pocket - but before he could continue to climb out, he was pressed back in by Jiang Chuan with one finger.

  Jian Ran: "......"

  It's finally clear now, as a mouse, how much dignity he has lost.

  No right to climb out!

  WHY？！

  The hamster was desperately struggling with its owner's fingers, holding onto them and opening its mouth ready to take a bite, when suddenly the group of reporters standing opposite them suddenly came back to their senses and erupted - among them, the one who had been smashed by Jiang Chuan without saying a word was clearly the most furious. His small face turned from red to green as he glared at the tall man in front of him and cursed: "What the fuck! Who are you? Are you sick? Did I hit you or something? What's it got to do with you?! Do you know how much my equipment costs?! You just smashed it like that!"

  Fang Yu, who was standing behind the crowd, heard this and thought that these people were not only immoral but also dared to be so arrogant. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to charge forward and start a big fight. However, before he could even reach the reporter, he was stopped by Jiang Chuan's gaze. From start to finish, Jiang Chuan's deep blue eyes did not show much emotion. Facing the reporter's anger, Jiang Chuan calmly said, "It's broken, so it's broken. I've already said that I couldn't afford to pay for it, what's the point of shouting? Didn't you hear the doctor say that we need to keep quiet?"

  Jian Ran: "......"

  Fang Yu: "......"

  Reporter: "…………………………"

  I never expected to get such a straightforward answer.

  The reporter was stunned on the spot, and his face turned from red to green and then white. He opened his mouth and said "heh heh" for half a day without saying a word. At this time, Jiang Chuan said: "I've solved your problem, now it's your turn to answer me."

  "What? What?" The reporter asked subconsciously.

  "Do you have children?"

  "Of course." The reporter blinked and replied, "Just started kindergarten."

  His fingers, which had been pressing down on the mouse's head in his pocket, paused. In the dimly lit hospital room, a flash of unknown light flickered across his azure pupils: "Excuse me, if your son was hit by a car on his way to kindergarten today, what would you think?"

  "What kind of question is this? This is a ridiculous problem! You were just hit by a car, can't you speak properly?" The reporter's face suddenly turned very ugly.

  Jiang Chuan stopped talking, raised his head and glanced at the people standing behind the reporter, saying: "You just asked Aunt Yuan's question, this reporter has already answered you, the answer is: What kind of ridiculous question is this."

  Many reporters: "......"

  Facing a room full of silent reporters, the man slightly raised an eyebrow: "Interview without taking notes? Write it down."

  One sentence made the reporters standing in the hospital room at this moment look like students who had just heard their teacher's command, looking at each other in confusion, unable to understand the tall and majestic man with an aura that seemed to say "do not approach" - what kind of person is this?

  Yuan Jinyan's brokerage company invited bodyguard?

  It doesn't seem like it!

  After a moment of silence, without getting any explanation from their companions, those reporters surprisingly and involuntarily pulled out their pens and started scribbling on their notebooks... Some of them had brought voice recorders and subconsciously pressed the start button.

  "Next question," said Jiang Chuan, "Mr. Reporter, let's continue to assume - your son was hit, what a good opportunity, have you considered taking advantage of it to extort some money from the kindergarten?"

  “……”

  "Your son's life or death is still uncertain, what would you like to say to his former classmates? They are very worried."

  “…………”

  At this moment, the reporter who had his camera smashed was like someone who had just been slapped in the face. He suddenly closed his mouth, turned pale, and beads of cold sweat began to burst out from his forehead... And at this moment, he saw the man standing in front of Yuan Jinyan's mother finally move - although the man's movement exposed her again to everyone's gaze, but at this time no one dared to raise their camera.

  Their eyes almost involuntarily followed the man standing in the midst of the crowd.

  He watched him come to Yuan Jingyan's bedside, lower his head, look down at the unconscious young man with a gaze that was absolutely not suitable for a bodyguard.

  Then he stood up straight.

  "The last question," said Jiang Chuan. "Yuan Jinyan is right here, his mother can say or do whatever she wants to him directly, why does she need to speak to her son through your camera lens? Is your camera lens endowed with magical powers by the Balala fairy, allowing it to transcend heaven and earth and cross life and death?"

  “………………”

  Jiang Chuan looked at the room full of reporters with satisfaction, who were staring blankly at their own foolish faces.

  He seems to be very used to this feeling of looking down on others.

  He moved his head: "Ask you a question, why don't you answer me - can or cannot?"

  "...can't."

  "Don't mention such a reckless request again, think about your son who had that car accident."

  The man stood by the bed, silent for a moment, then as his eyes met the door of the ward, he seemed to have remembered something and pulled out the messy hamster from his pocket. He walked up to the doctor and nurse standing at the door, stopped in front of them, and when they looked up at him with confusion, he said in a very sincere tone: "Sorry, I know I shouldn't bring small animals into the hospital."

  Attending physician: "………?"

  "But it's just a hamster, it shouldn't be a problem, I didn't pay much attention to it and didn't let it touch the patient."

  Attending physician: "………?"

  Jiang Chuan: "The pet store owner who sold me the hamster said that hamsters can wash themselves and are very clean."

  Attending physician: "………?"

  "Can such behavior be forgiven?"

  Attending physician: “......Alright.”

  "Thank you."

  The man nodded solemnly, then suddenly turned around and appeared in front of one of the reporters before anyone could react. Under the sympathetic gaze of his colleagues, the reporter from G City Morning News was surrounded by the tall figure's shadow, his face turned pale with fear, his brain frantically thinking about what he had just said and done and why he was being caught at this time...

  But before he could think it through, the man in front of him had already given him the answer ——

  "Now let's solve the last question, just now you asked me, who am I?"

  Reporter: "Huh? I asked?"

  Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow.

  The reporter hung his head in shame: "...... I didn't ask."

  "My name is Jiang Chuan, I'm a newcomer."

  Reporter: “……”

  "I was originally going to star in a new play with Yuan Jinyan, Director Jiang's new work, playing the role of a Taoist priest," Jiang Chuan glanced at Jiang Luocheng standing outside the door with a blank face, then looked back at the reporters and said seriously, "I heard that on your side, if you resist the media, you will be blackened very badly..."

  Fang Yu turned his head to look at Jiang Luocheng with a sarcastic expression, the latter looked back at him with an expressionless face.

  "Is that so?"

  At this time, being stared at by those azure eyes, G City Morning News reporter Chrysanthemum tightened up and turned red: "No no, you must have misheard."

  "None? That's good." Jiang Chuan nodded seriously, "This is the first time I've received a role that can show my face, and I cherish this opportunity. I hope you won't mess it up and ruin my chance."

  Everyone: "……………………………"

  Fang Yu, who was standing behind Jiang Chuan, raised his hand and covered his face in a manner that was too horrible to behold.

  The cat in Jiang's pocket lifted its paws and covered its eyes with a pitiful expression.

  ……

  Three minutes later.

  Under the gaze of Jiang Chuan, the reporters quietly and silently retreated from the ward one by one. When the last reporter left, Jiang Chuan turned around to look at Yuan Mei, who had been sitting still and silent from start to finish. She was also looking at him, and when their eyes met, she smiled gratefully at him.

  Jiang Chuan nodded expressionlessly and followed the last reporter out of the ward, considerately closing the door behind him.

  At this time, outside the ward were Fang Yu, Jiang Luocheng and Jiang Chuan, with a cat in Jiang Chuan's pocket. Fei Haozi was still in shock, unable to calm down for a long time: he was also shocked by his own master's coolness in punching and kicking the doctor within ten minutes.

  At this time, as the cool owner, Jiang Chuan looked at Jiang Luocheng and said, "Director Jiang, you told me earlier to be careful not to let entertainment reporters catch any handles, otherwise I would be blackened."

  Jiang Luocheng nodded and wiped his face weakly, saying: "I've said it before, and obviously I might as well not have said anything."

  Fang Yu let out a cold laugh.

  Jiang Chuan: "I got a perfect score in Chinese before returning to China."

  Jiang Luocheng's face collapsed: "So?"

  Jiang Chuan: "Wasn't what I just did pretty good?"

  Jiang Luocheng's mouth was so big he could swallow an elephant in one gulp: "WHAT!"

  Jiang Chuan: "I've heard what you said, so I'll still play that Taoist role."

  Jiang Luocheng took a deep breath in, reached out his hand to gently pat his own little heart and said: "………Alright, let's put on an act."

  Jiang Chuan, satisfied with the promise he got, turned around contentedly, bent down to put on a KFC delivery duck tongue cap, pressed the brim of the hat, and just as he was taking out the mouse from his pocket to stuff it into the cage, he heard Jiang Luocheng muttering behind him: "If I say no, will you beat me to death?"

  Jiang Chuan heard this and paused for a moment before responding without hesitation: "I will."

  Jiang Luocheng: "………"

  "Just kidding."

  Jiang Luocheng: “………”

  "Ah, right."

  "What?"

  Jiang Chuan: "Deduct the cost of that reporter's camera from my performance fee."

  "What?"

  Jiang Chuan: "I left home and my card was also frozen."

  Jiang Luocheng: "Huh?"

  Jiang Chuan said expressionlessly: "I don't have money."

  Jiang Luocheng: “………………………………”

  Author has something to say: Jiang Chuan's grandpa: The plan is going through. (expressionless scissors hand)