Rebirth: A big star falls in love with me

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Zhang Yu yawned and sat up. It turned out that everything about the spirit pearl was just a dream!

Just like this life, it is just a dream.

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Zhang Yu stood on the edge of the terrace at the celebration banquet for "The Great Doctor", his fingertips stroking the hot golden needle in the pocket of his white coat.

The noisy sound of clinking glasses could be heard in the banquet hall, and Lin Wanwan's sweet toast was echoing throughout the entire floor through the microphone.

"Why are you hiding here?" Bai Bing's high heels tapped on the marble floor, and her rose tattoo was faintly visible on the collar of her new Valentino haute couture dress. "The investors are all asking about the whereabouts of the male lead."

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the bronze USB flash drive in Bai Bing's handbag, which was exactly the same as the evidence found in the building materials city warehouse three days ago.

The night wind lifted his deliberately long hair, revealing the wireless headset close to his scalp. At this moment, an encrypted message came from the chairman of the support group: "It has been confirmed that the surveillance video of Guo Yu's ward has been tampered with."

"I'm thinking about tomorrow's press conference." Zhang Yu leaned against the railing and turned his mobile phone screen to Bai Bing seemingly unintentionally.

In the live broadcast, a medical blogger was analyzing the patent documents of Genting AI Pulse Diagnosis Device, and the screen was full of bronze pattern designs glowing coldly under the moonlight.

Bai Bing's diamond-studded nails scratched across his wrist: "Remember to wear the watch I gave you. The dial is specially customized..."

"Teacher Zhang!" The stagehand suddenly pushed open the security door, "Ms. Lin is looking for you to act with!"

Under the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall, Lin Wanwan was performing an impromptu performance while holding a champagne glass.

She integrated the scene of "a medical student performing surgery for the first time" in the script into reality, and her slender fingers brushed across Zhang Yu's tie clip: "Teacher Zhang, please teach me how to be like you..."

The sudden ringing of a cell phone interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere. Zhang Yu glanced and saw that the caller ID was the emergency number of the Chinese medicine clinic.

In the bathroom cubicle, the hoarse voice of the old Chinese doctor mixed with the sound of electricity: "The test results of that batch of medicinal materials are out. The realgar powder is mixed with dimethylmercury."

Zhang Yu tightly grasped the golden syringe, and the mirror reflected his suddenly contracted pupils - this was the highly toxic substance that caused the old man's medical accident that year.

"Zhang Yu!" Bai Bing's angry shout exploded outside the door. He quickly deleted the call record and put on a slightly drunk expression when he pushed the door open: "Boss Bai even monitors the bathroom..."

Before he could finish his words, the whole floor suddenly fell into darkness.

The moment the emergency light came on, Zhang Yu saw a tiny slit on the back of Lin Wanwan's evening dress, and the cold blue light of a chip flashed under her skin.

Amid the screams, his golden needle had already pierced Lin Wanwan's Dazhui acupoint. When the woman fell limp, she revealed a barcode tattoo on the back of her neck that was exactly the same as Guo Yu's.

"Medical accident! Call an ambulance!" The assistant director's scream ignited panic.

Zhang Yu picked up Lin Wanwan in the chaos, and his white coat blocked his movements as he removed the nanochip behind her ear.

When he unfolded the blood-stained chip behind the curtain of the ambulance, the SSD-0923 number engraved on it made him shudder all over - this was exactly the artifact code of the latest jade halberd unearthed from Sanxingdui.

Three days later, at the recording site of "Who's the Detective", veins bulged on the back of Zhang Yu's hand as he pinched the new script.

The role of "miracle doctor" that he was supposed to play was changed to "AI doctor", and the newly added investor representative actually appeared in a wheelchair - Guo Yu, fully armed with a mask and sunglasses, tapped out the familiar Morse code with his fingers on the armrest.

"Teacher Zhang, please give me more advice." Guo Yu stretched out his hand full of needle holes.

Under the watchful eyes of three cameras, Zhang Yu took his wrist pulse and his fingertips touched the metal chip implanted under the skin.

When Guo Yu suddenly twitched and fell down, the pocket of Zhang Yu's white coat broke at the right time, and twelve golden needles fell like stars.

"Hurry!" He knelt on one knee and tore open Guo Yu's shirt. The rose tattoo on his Danzhong point was oozing black mucus.

The moment the camera zoomed in, Zhang Yu's golden needle accurately pierced the skin, and the microchip that was clipped out glowed with a cold bronze light under the shadowless lamp.

Bai Bing screamed in the director's headset: "Cut off the live broadcast!"

But millions of viewers have already taken screenshots and circulated them. After the chip close-up was enlarged, it clearly showed the logo jointly developed by Genting Capital and Sanxingdui Museum.

When #YundingHumanExperiment# became a hot topic, Zhang Yu was standing in the anatomy room of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, sealing the last piece of evidence into a file bag.

"You are smarter than I thought." Bai Bing's voice echoed in the morgue.

She walked over the scattered X-rays, with a rose tattoo on her neck. “It’s a pity that I shouldn’t have touched that box of tiles.”

When Zhang Yu turned around, he knocked over the specimen rack, and the formalin solution flowed like a river on the ground.

He touched the ancestral golden needle tube in his pocket. The twelve silver needles were chilled under the blue light of the refrigerator. "Since you installed the signal blocker in the warehouse of the building materials city, I should have thought that the cracks in the tiles were data transmission channels."

Bai Bing suddenly laughed and tore open her haute couture suit to reveal bronze markings all over her body: "Do you think those fans really love you? Each of them is a mobile signal tower!" The moment she pressed the button on her watch, the alarms in the entire building wailed at the same time.

In the fire escape, Zhang Yu's running shoes stepped over the fans' cheering banners on the ground.

The fan club president's positioning signal flashed wildly on the phone screen. When he kicked open the iron door of the rooftop, he saw the girl being pushed to the edge by a swarm of drones.

In the night sky, countless red-eyed drones are piecing together the totem of a bronze vertical-eyed mask.

“Brother, hurry up!” The girl threw the blood-stained USB drive over, “They put… in all the high-end gifts…” Before she could finish her words, she was knocked off the rooftop by a drone.

Zhang Yu's golden needle flew out of his hand, but was knocked down by an electromagnetic pulse in mid-air.

He rolled over to avoid the swooping drone, and the patterns of the Sanxingdui jade halberd at the USB flash drive interface shone eerily in the moonlight.

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, Zhang Yu stood on the steps of the Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The phone in his white coat kept vibrating as Genting’s ban order was being issued simultaneously through eighteen partner brands.

When the reminder of "Sanxingdui Cultural Relics Bureau holding an emergency press conference" popped up, he held up his medical license to the camera, with a bronze door bursting open behind him.

As soon as Zhang Yu's customized Maybach stopped at the film and television base, the sound of shutter clicks like a rainstorm exploded outside the car window.

He adjusted the arc of his smile and pushed open the car door. The Hetian jade ring on his right ring finger accurately reflected the camera of the station girl - this was the best angle found by the styling team after calculating thirty-eight times.

"Teacher Zhang, look over here!" A girl wearing a JK uniform suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, "My grandfather drinks the health tea you endorse every day!"

He turned around and took the gift box handed to him, his fingertips touching the metal sheet between the layers of the box.

The agent, Lao Lu, immediately stepped forward to separate the crowd: "Please be safe!"

Behind the security guards who formed a human wall, Zhang Yu quickly handed the gift box to his assistant. The miniature voice recorder hidden at the bottom of the box hurt his palm.

The dressing room of "Who's the Detective" was filled with the aroma of coffee. Zhang Yu closed his eyes and let the makeup artist cover up the dark circles under his eyes from memorizing lines all night.

The sudden sound of porcelain breaking made him open his eyes, and in the mirror he saw Lin Wanwan's assistant squatting to clean up the mess on the floor - on the scattered script revision comments, "Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine" had all been changed in red pen to "AI Medical Upstart".

"Teacher Zhang." Lin Wanwan leaned against the door frame, her Chanel jacket slipping off half of her shoulders. "Would you like to take my car to the investor's cocktail party tonight?"

The new Patek Philippe watch on her wrist was shining with a cold light, and the numbers on the dial coincided with the stock code of Genting Healthcare.

When the shadowless light at the recording site suddenly lit up, Zhang Yu's white coat pocket suddenly vibrated.

While adjusting his stethoscope, he took out his mobile phone and paid special attention to the Reuters photo pushed by the fan, which showed that the gift box he received this morning was being disassembled and inspected by Genting security.

"Action!" As the director shouted, Zhang Yu raised the titanium alloy needle towards the camera.

The brand word that was supposed to be said turned on the tip of the tongue: "The ancient method of golden needle treatment is very particular..." The producer's low roar came from the earphone immediately: "Say the lines!"

During the intermission, Zhang Yu ran into the props team leader stuffing chips into a Chinese medicine sachet in the fire escape.

The rose tattoo on the man's neck is exactly the same as the one on Bai Bing's collarbone. Seeing him appear, he hurriedly explained: "This is a sensor to enhance the effect of the show..."

At the evening business reception, Zhang Yu shook his champagne glass and watched Lin Wanwan flitting among the investors like a butterfly.

The president of a video platform placed his hand on her lower back, and the jade ring between his fingers was engraved with the Sanxingdui cultural relic number.

"Xiao Zhang." The CEO of Genting Medical stopped him and said, "I heard that you are investigating a medical accident that happened three years ago?"

The old man turned the pinky ring, and the ring face suddenly popped open to reveal a micro syringe. "Some secrets are like acupuncture. If you insert it too deep, it will be fatal."

Zhang Yu took a half step back and leaned his lower back against the buffet.

Bai Bing appeared at the right time and took his arm: "Mr. Wang is joking. Our A Yu knows the limits best." Her manicure dug into his elbow, and the rose tattoo glowed an eerie red under the chandelier.

As the nanny car drove away from the hotel, Zhang Yu opened the gift box from the station sister. The audio in the recorder was mixed with the sound of electricity: "... Each of the extras implanted with the chip received 200,000 yuan... The ratings bet involved the mortgage of cultural relics..."

Amid the sudden sound of emergency brakes, he looked up and saw the red dot of the drone reflected on the windshield of the car.

"Teacher Zhang, there's a delivery for you." When the assistant came in carrying the cardboard box, the scent of Chinese medicine in the RV suddenly became pungent.

Zhang Yu used a golden needle to pick open the tape. In the whole box of health tea endorsed by Genting, a box with abnormally bulging packaging was oozing black mucus.

During the live broadcast of "National Medical Arena", Zhang Yu was holding the medical history sheet handed over by a contestant, and suddenly discovered that the handwriting on the pulse record was the same as that in his father's suicide note.

When he looked up at Bai Bing in the observation seat, the woman was tapping her phone with her diamond-studded nails - the AI ​​diagnosis and treatment data on the large screen behind her suddenly began to flow backwards.

In the chaos of the recording interruption, Zhang Yu intercepted Lin Wanwan's phone call in the locker room: "...Yes, lead him to Warehouse No. 7..."

The barcode tattoo on the back of her neck rose and fell with her speaking speed, and the number was exactly the same as the medical record in Guo Yu's ward.

In the middle of the night when it was raining heavily, Zhang Yu shook off the three cars that were following him and rushed into the building materials city.

The moment the warehouse's rolling door rose, twelve monitors lit up at the same time - each screen was looping the on-set surveillance footage of the night he saved Director Li, and the timestamp in the lower right corner showed 1109 BC.

"This is your debut performance." Bai Bing walked out from the shadows, the bronze dagger in his hand reflecting cold light.

Behind her were boxes of defective tiles, each crack forming a different oracle bone script.

When Zhang Yu's golden needle flew out of his hand, the entire warehouse suddenly rang with the humming sound of the Sanxingdui bronze bell.

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, #张煜 不见# became a hot topic.

In the pinned post of the president of the fan club, the background of the last Reuters photo was magnified a thousand times - at the ventilation hole of the warehouse in the building materials city, half of the bloody jade halberd was glowing in the morning light.