I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

Qin Zi looked at Xuan Mingcheng who was looking at his phone with his face on his back, and felt his throat tightening. Mr. President's recent emotional ups and downs are a bit big.

"Mr. Xuan, I still have something to deal with, so first..."

Xuan Mingcheng waved his hand, and Qin Zi quickly bowed and walked out of the office as if he had received an amnesty.When a female employee holding a folder outside saw him coming out, she immediately went up to greet him, and said anxiously, "Secretary Qin, help me."

"What's the matter?" Qin Zi knew him, he had been here not long ago, he had just become a full-time employee, and his name seemed to be Hong.

The female employee glanced at Xuan Mingcheng's office timidly, and said to Tan Zi: "Secretary Qin, this is a report from our department. The one that the minister just handed in was wrong. She just discovered it, and then..."

Qin Zi understood that the errors in the report could be big or small, but Xuan Mingcheng's face was very bad this morning because Yao Wangyou didn't let him join the crew. This red warning signal has spread throughout the company.

At this time, the report was wrong, didn't he just hit his head on the muzzle of the gun!

The minister would definitely not come here to seek death by himself, it is perfectly normal to take the blame from the newcomer.

"Oh, it's a small matter." Tan Zi waved her hand to let her go in with confidence.

But the female employee was still afraid, trembling, and stopped talking.

"Don't worry." Qin Zi patted her on the shoulder, looked at the closed door of the CEO's office, and whispered in her ear, "No matter what you say when you go in, the CEO won't lose his temper."

The female employee was dubious, but seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she knocked on the door boldly and called out cautiously: "Mr. Xuan."

"Come in."

The female employee's eyes lit up upon hearing that tone, she glanced at Qin Zi gratefully, opened the door and went in.

Tan Zi looked up at the sky, alas... the days to come will be rough.

After Yao Wangyou replied the message, she got busy.In the stew pot, the boiling water continuously stimulates the fat and fresh aroma in the chicken, and the smell of the medicinal materials is also stewed out. The whole small kitchen smells delicious.

When the time was up, Yao Wangyou turned the fire to the minimum, which only served as a heat preservation function, and it would be fine after Luo Ziyu finished work.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside, Yao Wangyou looked out through the window, and saw a group of people coming in with a man in white.

Yao Wangyou thought it was Luo Ziyu at first, but after a while, he realized that Luo Ziyu was following behind with a sullen face, while He Lang was talking to another woman, with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Oh?" Yao Wangyou rubbed his chin, Luo Ziyu seemed to be in trouble.

Yao Wangyou walked out of the small kitchen, and saw the group of people sending the man in white into a small room with a red cross on it. Then, the woman who was talking to He Lang suddenly yelled, Full of air in the throat:

"Where is the doctor! Where did the doctor who followed the crew go?"

Is anyone hurt?Yao Wangyou walked over and looked away from the crowd, with a look of surprise on his face.

The man in white who was helped in by everyone was actually the one he met in the forest just now.The fly whisk in his hand was thrown aside, and the wound was on his face, a long and thin strip, dripping with blood beads, but not much, distributed drop by drop.

"Is this an injury?" Yao Wangyou grabbed a man casually and asked.The man nodded without looking at who it was, and said angrily, "Yes, you can't tell?"

Yao Wangyou didn't care about his attitude, glanced at the man in white lying on the bed, and muttered: "It's just a small injury, why are you so excited..."

It just so happened that the female manager came in, and after hearing Yao Wangyou's words, she was a little angry at first, and then got some other information, she hurriedly pushed away the man next to Yao Wangyou, and said, "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm a doctor." Yao Wangyou said.

The female agent didn't care whether he was a doctor or a doctor, she pulled him into the room, because she was too nervous, her tone was a bit aggressive, and she said, "Then give him a cure!"

Yao Wangyou broke free from her hand, frowned and said, "Then I have to go back and get the medicine box..."

The woman looked embarrassed, retracted her arm embarrassingly, and apologized quickly after calming down: "I'm sorry."

He Lang who was at the side suddenly whispered to Luo Ziyu: "Ziyu, Mr. Yao is not familiar with the road, why don't you accompany him to get it?"

In fact, He Lang just wanted to dismiss him.Luo Ziyu hurt someone's face, as if he had smashed someone's job, but he was still losing his temper. If he were to stay again, there would probably be a fight soon.

Luo Ziyu didn't say anything, his face was as smelly as ever, and he turned to leave.He Lang winked secretly, Yao Wangyou blinked, and followed Luo Ziyu away.

And the woman quickly walked into the infirmary, and said to the man in white: "Zheyan, don't worry, the doctor will be here in a while, everything will be fine."

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On the way, Yao Wangyou recalled the wound on the man in white, and stared at Luo Ziyu's back. He was also dressed in white, but because of his slightly stronger physique, wearing white was more imposing.

"Is it a knife wound?" Yao Wangyou asked, and Luo Ziyu nodded stiffly.

The wound is not deep, but the flesh is slightly turned out. Looking at the side of the wound, it should be an unsharp sword or something... Thinking about it, Yao Wangyou looked down at Luo Ziyu's hand, the one he was holding when he went out just now. The sword is nowhere to be found.

The two returned to Luo Ziyu's resting room in silence. Yao Wangyou opened the medicine box and picked out the medicines that could be used. Then Luo Ziyu who was standing behind her said in an unnatural tone: "...he was so hurt. Is it heavy?"

"It's not heavy." Yao Wangyou said without turning his head, "The wound looks scary, but as long as you pay attention to disinfection, it's not so easy to get infected."

"Will that leave a scar?" Luo Ziyu asked again.

Yao Wangyou looked at him: "Why do you ask this?"

Luo Ziyu frowned, thinking that Yao Wangyou didn't know about it.For an artist like Zhang Zheyan who came from a talent show and dance, in addition to his own strength, his face is also very important. If he had a scar on his face today because of himself, the matter would not be as simple as paying medical expenses or apologizing. Can handle it.

After listening to his explanation, Yao Wangyou didn't quite understand why the face is so important, but she still said to Luo Ziyu, "The wound is very shallow, so don't worry."

Luo Ziyu nodded and continued to remain silent, his expression still grim.

Yao Wangyou took a few bottles out, poured the medicine powder inside on a piece of paper, wrapped it up and put it in his pocket, then turned to Luo Ziyu and said, "Let's go."

Luo Ziyu nodded, followed Yao Wangyou out, and when the two returned to the infirmary, Zhang Zheyan's manager was already waiting anxiously, while He Lang was on the sidelines, wondering why he was so slow.

"Doctor!" Seeing Yao Wangyou, the female manager immediately rushed over and grabbed his arm, almost dragging him into the infirmary.On the other hand, He Lang pulled Luo Ziyu back to an empty corner, and asked him solemnly, "What's going on? How did your sword hit Zhang Zheyan's face?"

Luo Ziyu's face sank like water, he glanced at the crowded infirmary complicatedly, and walked away.He Lang let out a "hey", chased two steps forward and then stopped. He hurriedly called his assistant and asked the assistant to take Luo Ziyu home first.

He left, and he had to stay to help apologize, otherwise the matter would not know how to escalate.He Lang has been working like this for so many years, and he has long been accustomed to Luo Ziyu's bad temper, so he sighed helplessly.

Yao Wangyou poured the medicine powder on a piece of gauze, asked the female manager to pour some water from the side, mixed the medicine powder, and then used a cotton swab to apply the medicine to Zhang Zheyan who was lying on the bed.

While smearing the brown medicinal paste on the wound, he observed Zhang Zheyan and sighed in his heart: why are the people here so beautiful.

And Zhang Zheyan frowned, looked at herself in the mirror with a sad face, and then looked at Yao Wangyou, with pitiful eyes, and asked: "Doctor, will there be no scars on my face?"

After Yao Wangyou applied a thick layer of medicinal paste, he said to him, "It's just a small injury, pay attention to disinfection, it will be fine in a few days, there will be no scars."

Zhang Zheyan huddled in the pillow and quilt, the expression on his face was clearly still worried.

Yao Wangyou shrugged, passed the female agent and went out, He Lang thanked him, and hurried into the infirmary, if this matter is not handled well, it will definitely be a big trouble.

"Where's the medicine jar?" Xuan Mingcheng rode a car to the vicinity of the production site, stretched his neck to look left and right.He was already a model, tall and with prominent features, standing near a group of extras, he looked even more extraordinary.

Qin Zi hurriedly said, "I'll contact Mr. Yao now."

Xuan Mingcheng narrowed his eyes, feeling dissatisfied: Shouldn't he be here respectfully waiting for his own, the stinky medicine jar is not conscious at all.

"Mr. Xuan." Tan Zi put down his phone, and said to Xuan Mingcheng, "Mr. Yao, he... seems to have some troubles that need to be dealt with."

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew around Tan Zi, and Xuan Mingcheng hurried towards the crew, even the hem of his clothes was blown up.

Qin Zi glanced down at the message from Wangyou on the mobile phone, thinking that it would be troublesome to deal with the wound, and he was right.