The two journalists were very sharp and dedicated.
But they seed to forget that what they were doing now was just recording videos, which needed to be edited, reviewed at their workplace, and then broadcast at the scheduled ti. At most, they would upload the edited videos to their own website before the broadcast. But that would still be three or four hours later.
However, now, every internet celebrity has a mobile phone in their hands, and each phone has a live broadcast room. So have single-digit viewers, while others have several hundred.
At this ti, the activity in these live broadcast rooms was comparable to those with tens of thousands of viewers.
"What an eye-opener, seeing Hospital security guards battling it out with internet celebrities in my lifeti."
"They say people in the Northwest are tough. I’ve seen it today."
"I haven’t seen tough; I’ve just seen crazy."
"A Hospital brawl, that’s amazing!"
"Alien internet celebrities fighting with fork-wielding security guards."
"Wow, a Hospital like this can treat Cancer? Now they don’t care about their reputation at all; they’re really blowing their own trumpet."
"When a celebrity farts, so people think it’s an earthquake. But to find such a rundown Hospital for an endorsent, the writer of that article was too irresponsible."
"With this kind of quality, this kind of environnt, I spit!"
"They’ve paid their money, so just watch for fun. If you take it seriously, you lose."
Although the general sentint in the live broadcast rooms shifted, the excitent was indeed intensifying.
Single-digit viewers beca several hundred, and several hundred grew to a thousand. So live broadcast rooms even broke the ten thousand viewer mark.
After all, internet celebrities and security guards in a group fight is rare enough, let alone happening inside a Hospital.
"Guys, there’s a woman in a wheelchair who got knocked over in the back. Didn’t you see her?"
"From her voice, it sounds like she’s in a lot of pain."
...
Finally, soone noticed sothing different, but their typed ssages were quickly drowned out, without even causing a ripple.
Fortunately, in the chaotic situation, two people did notice sothing was wrong with the woman.
One was the woman’s husband. He had already looked over when he heard the internet celebrities making a fuss, but he was dealing with paperwork and the crowd was still so distance from the woman, so he couldn’t co over imdiately.
But who knew the crowd would suddenly retreat, and the woman was knocked over before he could react.
At this point, he could no longer care about anything else and dashed towards his wife.
In the chaotic crowd, even though he was a man, he was quickly pushed and knocked to the ground.
The man had no choice but to quickly crawl a few steps and hold the woman tightly in his arms.
The other person who noticed the woman was Du Heng, who had just co down from his office.
Du Heng was very frustrated and anxious.
He had just been berated by the leaders, who urged him to handle the matter quickly. Then, Feng Su had called, asking to talk in the Hospital room.
Just as he reached the first floor, preparing to go to the hospitalization departnt ward via the back door, he heard the commotion in the Hall.
Du Heng, cursing Damn it! inwardly, had no choice but to turn back and see what had happened.
As soon as he reached the corridor entrance, he saw the woman who had been knocked down.
Looking again at the security guards still trying to disperse the crowd, and then at Lu Guangying and the Secretary standing there in a daze, Du Heng’s temples began to throb uncontrollably.
"Stop!"
A sharp command suddenly rang out in the Hall, echoing endlessly, drowning out the clamor of the internet celebrities, the shouts of the security guards, and the woman’s cries.
Instantly, everyone, no matter what they were doing, turned to look at Du Heng, their actions involuntarily ceasing.
Du Heng strode forward, pointing at the security guards holding steel forks and rubber batons, and yelled, "Didn’t you eat? Are those toys in your hands? Is the Hospital paying you to co here and retire? What are you looking at? Control all the troublemakers! If you let a single one escape, you’ll bear full responsibility!"
A group of unruly internet celebrities was enraged and imdiately turned on Du Heng. "Who do you think you are? Trying to control us is illegal detention! Believe it or not, I’ll sue you!"
Du Heng ignored the internet celebrity who had spoken, glaring at the security guards. "What are you looking at? Are you waiting for to give you a bonus?"
This ti, the security guards didn’t hold back. They closed in nacingly, finally putting so force behind their equipnt.
"The Hospital’s hitting people! The security guards are hitting people!"
The mont the security guards got serious, the internet celebrities were stunned.
Though young and seemingly reckless, in truth, they didn’t have half the nerve of the gangsters of the past.
"Anyone who dares to incite trouble, deal with them harshly! I’ll take responsibility if anything happens!"
Du Heng gave the security guards the final reassurance they needed. Their expressions grew fiercer, and they wielded their rubber batons with even more force. "Get down! All of you, get down!"
Their training was finally being put to use.
But why does this all feel so frustrating?
Du Heng felt utterly exasperated. He shot a cold glance at the dazed Secretary and Lu Guangying. "Call the police! What are you standing there gaping for?"
He then ignored the bewildered duo and hurried towards the woman, who was now visible as the crowd parted slightly.
"What’s wrong?" Du Heng reached the woman’s side in two strides, imdiately squatting down to take her wrist.
The woman’s face was contorted in pain, with fear still lingering in her eyes. "I can’t catch my breath, and my heart is beating really fast."
As she spoke, her voice broke into a sob. "My stomach hurts so much."
Du Heng’s hand had just touched the woman’s wrist when he started in shock. "Are you pregnant?"
"Yes, four months."
****!
For the first ti, Du Heng truly understood the aning of "when it rains, it pours" or "misfortunes never co singly."
"Stretcher! Where’s the stretcher?" Du Heng yelled anxiously.
This ti, among the onlooking nurses, one with quick wits finally reacted. As soon as Du Heng shouted, she rushed over pushing a stretcher.
"Get your wife onto the stretcher! Into the consultation room, now!"
The man scrambled to his feet and carefully lifted his wife onto the stretcher.
Once she was settled, Du Heng pushed the stretcher, running towards the consultation room.
He no longer had the mind to pay attention to the situation in the Hall.
"Dean, hello. I’m a reporter from Jinzhou Near Distance. May I interview you?"
Du Heng, who had just started moving, was abruptly pulled to a stop, his face instantly darkening with anger.
However, hearing it was a reporter, he managed to suppress his temper. "I’m sorry, I have a patient to attend to right now. Perhaps after I’m finished."
With that, Du Heng turned again, intending to follow the stretcher, but he was grabbed once more.
"President Du, hello. I’m from the Provincial TV Station..." It was a reporter from the provincial station, slightly slower to react.
Although they had seen Du Heng refuse the reporter from the municipal station, they figured that being from the provincial station, Du Heng might show them so courtesy.
"My na is..."
"Get lost."
This ti, Du Heng couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cold face, he threw the words "Get lost" at them.
Are these people blind? Can’t they see soone’s in trouble? Or have they just gotten used to putting their own priorities ahead of ordinary people? They’re all so damn spoiled!
With a grim expression, Du Heng hurried towards the consultation room, quickly catching up to the stretcher.
"Wow, this Dean is pretty fierce."
"Daring to scold a reporter from the Provincial TV Station? Fierce? I think he’s brainless."
"Cold, decisive—that’s a Dean for you. Look at those two idiots next to him; they could never be deans."
"Don’t you think this Dean is a bit young?"
"I’ll bet he’s no more than thirty-two."
"Whoa, could he be the Dean who treated the Cancer?"
"Too young, impossible."
"My poor Susu has Cancer and has lost the ability to have children. So pitiful."
"Screw you!"
"Get out!"
"Go cry for your mom sowhere else!"
Watching the livestream devolve completely, Feng Su’s fans were heartbroken. Did no one care about their idol?
What a bunch of scum.
The commotion in the live broadcast room had nothing to do with Du Heng. He was now focusing solely on the woman before him. For the first ti before an examination and treatnt, he silently prayed in his heart, Amitabha, please bless and protect her.
Upon entering the consultation room, there wasn’t even ti to move the woman to a Sick bed. Du Heng grabbed a stethoscope from the table and began a rapid examination.
"Why did you co to the Hospital?"
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