[Entertainment Circle] Falling into the trap of being a good actor

His mind went blank, and everything around him seemed to be still.

After an unknown amount of time, the driver's voice sounded again: "Sir, we're here!"

It took him a long time to get out of his thoughts, he didn't get out of the car, and finally chose to go to the hospital.

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The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was extremely strong, Shen Mingxuan's every step was heavy.

The images of him bullying him once flashed before his eyes one by one, and the voice of fleeing sounded in his heart countless times.

Although he hated that person, and wished that he would die like this countless times in his heart, but when this day really came, he couldn't express how he felt at this moment.

The phone is full of anxious calls and urging messages from Shen Ruiqi.

This time he finally saw a different look on his majestic and indifferent face.

His precious son was about to die, and now he could accuse him like a god, or beg him on his knees like a grandson.

"Is the family member here? The patient's condition is not optimistic. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive without blood transfusion." The doctor's voice sounded again.

Shen Ruiqi paced back and forth anxiously, keeping his palms down.

Shen Mingxuan who was in the corner was suddenly pulled over by someone, "Mr. Shen, the Second Young Master is here!"

The one who pulled him over was Shen Ruiqi's driver, Uncle Zhang, who had been by Shen Ruiqi's side since Shen Mingxuan could remember.

When Shen Ruiqi saw Shen Mingxuan's appearance, the stone in his heart finally fell, and his eyes watered with excitement.

"Mingxuan, hurry up! Your brother's life depends on you!"

This is the first time that Shen Ruiqi called him that, and it was also the first time that he showed such a loving expression to him.

Perhaps only at this time will he remember that he is his son.

"Doctor, the family members are here. He has the same blood type as my son!" Shen Ruiqi just glanced at him and dragged him to the operating room forcibly, out of emotion.

Maybe if he didn't have the same blood type as his elder brother, he, a father, would definitely draw his own blood to save his precious son.

But if he was the one lying in the operating room at the moment, maybe he would have a different face.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingxuan couldn't help showing a wry smile, he shook off Shen Ruiqi's hand, and stood there firmly.

Shen Ruiqi was in a daze for a moment, and looked back at his son in confusion.

The strange eyes made him feel no trace of paternal love, but it was a tool that must appear when needed.

He suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and looked at Shen Ruiqi with a cold face, "Mr. Shen, you may have forgotten that we have severed the relationship between father and son, and we have nothing to do with Shen Mingzhe!

I came here today just to see him for the last time out of my family affection before he died.Why should I give a blood transfusion to a man who tried to kill me several times, just because I am related to him? "

"Slap!" There was an extremely loud and crisp applause in the empty corridor.

Shen Ruiqi stared angrily at Shen Mingxuan in front of him, his whole body trembling in anger.

"Shen Mingxuan! Do you know what you are talking about? You are the son of my Shen Ruiqi, and Shen Mingzhe is your brother! My dear brother! It is only natural for you to save him, are you speaking human words?!"

Shen Mingxuan touched his swollen left cheek with the tip of his tongue, showing a sneer of disdain, "When did you regard me as your son, and when did he regard me as his own younger brother? What is right and proper? What? Is it due?"

"You!" Shen Ruiqi was so angry that he was half dead, his red eyes seemed to be bleeding, he never expected that the little baby who was obedient to his words could contradict him like this, and it was still at a critical moment of life.

"Second young master, this is a matter of life and death. You father and son should stop arguing. The blood bank in the entire hospital has been searched. You know your brother's blood type. Without you, he might not survive today. "

"It's not impossible for me to save him. As long as Mr. Shen returns the things that once belonged to me, and write a written statement that he will never interfere with my affairs, I may consider saving her precious son."

Shen Mingxuan glanced coldly at Shen Ruiqi who was in a panic at the moment, as indifferent as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Your life is given to you by Lao Tzu, why do you get what belongs to you?!" Shen Ruiqi held his chest angrily, even though he was gnashing his teeth with hatred, but at the moment he had to listen to what he wanted .

"When my mother passed away, she gave me 40% of Xingsheng Group's shares to me and Shen Mingzhe and 20% to Shen Mingzhe, and told you to keep them before us. If I was 21 years old, you should return my shares to me. !"

Before Shen Ruiqi could speak, Shen Mingxuan's voice sounded again: "Now you are begging me to donate blood to your son. Since it is life-saving, it should not be free. Therefore, use his 20% as an exchange. If you agree , I’m going to give him a blood transfusion now!”

"You...you rebellious son! You are threatening me!"

"Your son's life is now in your hands. If you don't agree, I'll leave now, and let your precious son fend for himself!"

After saying that, Shen Mingxuan didn't care whether he would agree or not, so he turned around and walked back.

After a while, a deep and helpless voice sounded from behind: "Stop!"

He twitched his lips triumphantly, and handed him a document, "I have already prepared the document for the equity transfer, and it will take effect immediately after you sign it."

"...I can give you your equity, but your brother has to ask you to revive him before he can sign. I have no right to interfere with his equity!"

"You are his father and his legal person. In this life-threatening situation, you have the right to handle all his affairs, so your signature is naturally valid."

Panting heavily, Shen Ruiqi raised his head to look at this strange son, and his eyes fell on the document in his hand again. After hesitating for a long time, he still took the document, and after struggling to write the three big characters Shen Ruiqi on it, he slammed the document Slammed on him hard.

Shen Mingxuan glanced at the signature on the document with satisfaction, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll give your son a blood transfusion."

Shen Ruiqi looked at the receding figure and shouted, "I, Shen Ruiqi, don't have your son!"

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen..." Uncle Zhang's anxious voice came from behind.

Even so, Shen Mingxuan walked forward without mercy.

Perhaps this time, he completely severed the father-son relationship with Shen Ruiqi in the true sense...

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Because Shen Mingxuan was too thin, he passed out after transfusion of 400ml of blood.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a cold hospital bed, with no one around him, still clutching the document tightly in his hand.

Looking at the documents in his hand, he couldn't help but smiled sadly, and slowly walked out of the ward with his lonely figure.

He walked out of the hospital in a daze, not caring whether Shen Ruiqi was mad at him, let alone whether Shen Mingzhe was dead or alive, just walking aimlessly on the street.