Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

The press conference was held on the top floor of Genting Tower, with the river flowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows like molten bronze.

When Zhang Yu pushed open the gilded door, thirty cameras turned at the same time.

Today he was rarely wearing an indigo long gown with buttons buttoned all the way up, looking like a doctor from a Republican-era medical clinic.

"Thank you all for coming." Bai Bing's rose tattoo was faintly visible under her chiffon skirt. "Genting Medical and Mr. Zhang Yu will jointly open..."

"Uncover the truth." Zhang Yu suddenly raised the USB drive, and the PPT on the big screen switched instantly.

Yellowed medical records and building materials city surveillance flashed alternately, and Bai Bing's voice was clearly audible in a certain audio clip: "Modify Guo Yu's brain wave data..."

The meeting hall fell into dead silence, and the footsteps of the security guards rushing towards the podium sounded like muffled drums.

Lin Wanwan pushed open the side door at this time.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing her dark eyes without any makeup: "I was subject No. 003 in the Genting drug trial three years ago."

The torn cuffs revealed densely packed pinholes, which looked like a strange star map under the spotlight.

When the first reporter broke through the blockade, Zhang Yu was inserting a gold needle into Bai Bing's Hegu acupoint.

The woman's delicately maintained face suddenly twitched, and the rose tattoo on her collarbone oozed black mucus.

The sound of sirens came closer and closer. He bent down to pick up the jade ring that had fallen to the ground. The numbers engraved on the inner circle were the time his father passed away.

Three months later, at the community free clinic, the cuffs of Zhang Yu's white coat were stained with mugwort ash.

When the last patient left, he opened the compartment of his medical box, and the gold needles in the cloisonné needle box suddenly emitted a strange luster.

The setting sun penetrated the glass window, casting the silhouette of a bronze sacred tree on the consulting table, while the push notification on the mobile phone screen announced that Genting Capital had officially entered bankruptcy liquidation procedures.

In the distance, a new nurse was holding up a Blu-ray disc of "The Great Doctor" and asking for an autograph. The silhouette of him holding a needle on the cover perfectly matched the posture of his father in his memory.

The wind blew up the medical questionnaire, and a CT film slipped out of the folder - on the scanned image of the building materials city warehouse, the unique Taotie pattern of bronze ware could be vaguely seen winding deep in the foundation.

**Hengdian World Studios·The Great Doctor 2 Opening Ceremony**

As the incense burner curled with green smoke, Zhang Yu inserted three incense sticks into the bronze tripod.

When my fingertips touched the cold Taotie pattern, I suddenly remembered the rainy night half a month ago - the iron door of No. 17, Zone B, Warehouse of the Building Materials City was blown open by lightning, and the broken porcelain pieces on the ground were covered with dark red moss, which looked very much like the abnormal blood oxygen waveform on the monitor when my father was dying.

"Teacher Zhang, it's time to unveil the curtain." The stagehand handed over a red silk cloth with "Good luck in the new start" embroidered with gold thread, which glowed eerily in the sun.

When the silk cloth slipped off, he saw a chip protruding from the back of the neck of the worker squatting next to the camera track, which was exactly the same as Guo Yu's.

**A private club in Beijing**

Lin Wanwan placed the champagne glass against the French window and looked at the ant-like convoy of paparazzi downstairs.

Her new red spider lily tattoo burned on her shoulder blade; it was the price she paid for testifying in court three months ago.

The phone vibrated as an anonymous account sent a candid photo taken on the set - at the moment when Zhang Yu bent down to tie his shoelaces, half of a bronze key was exposed from the gap in the acupuncture bag on his waist.

"The target has access to the key." She deleted the message, turned around and chuckled to the man in the shadows, "You, Haishan Capital, are too slow."

**Hangzhou, a variety show recording site**

Zhang Yu was holding a moxibustion stick and drawing circles on the guest's Zusanli acupoint. As the camera moved in, he suddenly frowned: "Teacher Wang, have you been exposed to radioactive materials recently?" The variety show host's face suddenly changed, and the limited edition Richard Miller on his wrist flashed the laser code of the last batch before Genting went bankrupt.

In the chaos of the recording interruption, the executive director wiped his sweat and leaned closer: "Do you want to cut this part? The sponsor..."

Before he could finish his words, the medical team suddenly rushed through the corridor carrying the lighting engineer who was foaming at the mouth.

Zhang Yu caught a glimpse of the bronze powder between the man's fingernails, which was exactly the same as the sample collected from the warehouse in the building materials city.

**Shanghai Bund 18**

Zhang Yu was standing on the second floor of the Louis Vuitton Fall/Winter show when the gold needles on the inner pocket of his custom-made suit suddenly became hot.

When the supermodel made her final appearance wearing a Sanxingdui co-branded golden mask, he noticed black mucus oozing out of the gaps between the T-stage tiles - exactly the same as the mutant strain in the culture dish in Genting's laboratory.

"This is a special segment we designed for "The Great Doctor 2." The brand director handed over the mask, and the ergonomic ripples on the inner lining just corresponded to the Baihui acupoint and the Si Shencong acupoint. "Teacher Zhang, do you want to experience the combination of technology and tradition..."

The moment the metal touched my forehead, memories came flooding back.

He saw his father holding up a CT film in the emergency room, with a watermark of "seamount organisms" printed on the corner of the film.

Lin Wanwan's scream suddenly rang in my ears, the lights in the show dimmed suddenly, and thirty-seven cameras turned simultaneously to the box on the second floor - where sat Guo Yu, who was supposed to be in the sanatorium.

**Hengdian Qingming Riverside Scenery**

The rain soaked the bluestone road, and Zhang Yu walked across the Hongqiao Bridge of the Bian River holding an oil-paper umbrella.

In the new drama, he is a traveling doctor, but at this moment, he is really checking the pulse of the extras: "Have you come into contact with Song Dynasty tomb bricks recently?"

The extras hurriedly pulled their hands away, and the bronze coin that fell from their sleeves rolled into the gutter. The cloud and thunder pattern on the coin surface perfectly matched the cracks on the tiles in the building materials city.

Before the night scene started shooting, the props team delivered a modified version of the tiger-braced copper bell.

Zhang Yu stroked the newly cast "Haishan" character on the bell, and suddenly dipped the bell into the mugwort soup.

Where the copper patina peeled off, oracle bone inscriptions that can only be seen clearly under a microscope gradually emerged: "Jianmu reaches the sky, and blood sacrifice is the guide."

**Tianfu Sanxingdui Museum**

Zhang Yu was standing in front of the bronze sacred tree wearing AR glasses, and the commentary suddenly turned into an electric current sound in an encrypted frequency band.

When he put the interpreter close to the golden needle, he heard Bai Bing's recording: "...Use Zhang Yu's gene sample to activate the sacrificial pit..."

The moment he raised his head, a holographic projection suddenly appeared on the jade halberd in the glass display case - the Chinese medicine prescription he had written last night was flowing on the surface of the ancient jade.

"This is a new digital exhibit we have developed." The curator handed over the stylus with a smile. The bronze powder remaining in the nail crevices was the same as the evidence in the lighting technician's poisoning case.

When Zhang Yu wrote "three grams of Angelica sinensis" on the electronic signature screen, all the display cabinets suddenly went black. Amid the alarm, he saw the Haishan Biological logo on the security badge.

**Hengdian Wansheng Street Night Market**

The steam from the spicy hot pot blurred the signboard. Zhang Yu squatted in front of the used bookstall, looking for a copy of "Tianhui Medical Records".

The old bookseller suddenly pressed his wrist: "Southwest direction, three quarters past midnight." His withered fingertips stroked the palm lines and pointed out the cinnabar mole at the end of the lifeline.

A large screen in the distance was playing an advertisement for his new medicine, and the anti-counterfeiting logo on the wolfberry packaging bag was glowing with a cold bronze light.

On the way back to the crew, five sasaeng fans’ cars rear-ended each other, causing a riot.

When Zhang Yu helped the injured girl up, he found that the QR code tattooed on her collarbone turned out to be Genting Medical's sealed experimental data.

In the red and blue lights of the police car, he saw the jade ring on the wrist of the driver who caused the accident - it was exactly the same as the one Old Lu had.

**Beijing Dongzhimen Chinese Medicine Clinic**

Zhang Yu put the moxa into the copper moxibustion box, and the smoke formed a spider web in the consulting room.

When the seventh patient who claimed to "work at the Cultural Relics Bureau" took off his shirt, his gold needle stopped just above the Feishu acupoint - the cupping marks on the man's back actually formed the River Map and Luoshu patterns, and the scar at the Tanzhong acupoint was exactly the same as the crack on the jade knife when it was unearthed from the Sanxingdui site.

"Doctor Zhang has a good eye." The patient suddenly turned over and grabbed his wrist, and the bronze dagger that slipped out of his sleeve pressed against his carotid artery. "Mr. Haishan wants you to repair a cultural relic."

The moment the door of the clinic was pushed open, Zhang Yu's magnetic gold needle attracted the dagger, and the inscription revealed on the blade was exactly the prescription that his father had not finished before his death.

** Hengdian·The Great Doctor 2 shooting scene**

The blood plasma bag exploded under the shadowless light, and Zhang Yu pulled out the bronze fragment from the "patient's" chest according to the script.

When the props team recovered the fragments, he caught a glimpse of the number SSD-2024-17, which was the area code where the building materials city warehouse was sealed.

The moment the director called out “Cut,” all the medical equipment and props on the set suddenly started up, and the monitor screen flashed with the Bashu pictograms unearthed from Sanxingdui.

“This is not in the script!” Amid the assistant director’s screams, Zhang Yu tore off his costume and rushed to the switch room.

Inside the main switch box, the cables that should have been insulated were covered with bronze mycelium. The jumping electric arcs projected the figure of my father on the wall, who was writing a chapter of the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine that he had never seen before.

**Shanghai Haishan Capital Headquarters**

Lin Wanwan's high heels stepped on the star pattern on the marble floor, and the elevator mirror reflected the blue light of the newly implanted chip on the back of her neck.

In the top floor conference room, she pushed the USB drive to the silver-haired man: "This is Zhang Yu's genetic monitoring data for the past three months."

The holographic projection unfolded, with the DNA chain perfectly overlapping with the branches of the bronze sacred tree, and a certain spiral segment was emitting a pulse signal.

"The 'Jianmu Project' was launched on the night of the lunar eclipse." The man turned the jade ring. The neon lights of Lujiazui outside the French window suddenly went out, and the river reflected the starry sky map from three thousand years ago. "Notify the people in the Cultural Relics Bureau that Sanxingdui Pit No. 8 may have 'accidentally' collapsed."

**Chengdu Sanxingdui Site Protection Area**

Heavy rain washed away the beams of the exploration area, and Zhang Yu's archaeological evidence sounded an alarm at the gate.

When he showed his special consultant credentials, the electronic patterns in the security captain's pupils suddenly contracted.

At the bottom of Pit No. 8, what the Luoyang shovel brought out was not rammed earth, but a titanium alloy plate printed with the Haishan logo.

The phone suddenly received a farewell text message from Lin Wanwan, and the location coordinates were deep in the foundation pit.

As the flashlight beam swept across the pit wall, Zhang Yu's magnetic needle suddenly pointed to the southeast.

The moment he pushed aside the vines, he saw half of a bronze sword embedded in the rock. The cloud-lightning pattern on the hilt matched the pattern on the secret compartment of his acupuncture bag perfectly.

The moment his fingertips touched the sword, alarms rang out throughout the ruins area, and searchlights illuminated the group of helicopters hovering in the sky.

Zhang Yu was horrified, and the moment he squinted his eyes, he realized it was just a dream!

He took off his sweaty pajamas, walked into the bathroom, and just turned on the shower head, in the steaming mist, an extremely snow-white and enchanting figure appeared behind him, with a slightly cool and slippery body, like a lingering snake!

The faint fragrance, like orchid and musk, enveloped his breath for a moment...