The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 972 - 971. The legendary talented and willful

Tang Shu felt like she was floating on the sea at this moment, or maybe on a cloud?

Her breathing was erratic, her mind a jumbled mess, and she found herself completely defenseless against Jing Yu, devoid of any strength, left with no choice but to cling to something close at hand... his collar.

The white collar, that was Jing Yu’s silk pajamas.

By the time she took a fresh breath again, she didn’t know how long she had been in that state.

"You..."

Her voice was hoarse, with a barely noticeable softness, almost causing Tang Shu to lose her composure on the spot. But before she could say anything, she found herself in his arms again, the hands that landed on her waist holding her even tighter.

"Don’t talk."

Jing Yu’s voice was also hoarse and deep, "Be good."

Tang Shu decisively didn’t dare to say another word.

This silent stalemate lasted for a few minutes until it was finally broken by a rhythmic ringing from outside the door.

"Breakfast is here, I’ll get it, you... go change your clothes."

Jing Yu sat up, leisurely straightening his pajamas, and headed for the door. Tang Shu paused blankly for a moment, then immediately looked down at herself, only now realizing her once neat pajamas were no longer presentable.

"!!!"

Breakfast began in a silent atmosphere from Tang Shu’s end. By now, she had already changed into her clothes — of course, that is, if one could call the obviously outdoor attire ’normal’ given the indoor warmth due to the heating and the high room temperature.

Jing Yu didn’t point it out but those dark eyes lingered on her for a long while before he finally averted his gaze, a clear smile on his lips.

Tang Shu: "..."

What’s with this slight anger?

Why is this happening!

Irritated, she bit into a fried dumpling, and when they went outside to enjoy the snow after a simple breakfast, Jing Yu didn’t take her hand like he had been holding the previous day.

His girlfriend is genuinely mad now, he thought.

***

The day after they returned from the resort, Tang Shu received a message from Wen Nuan.

"I can visit tomorrow? Are you serious? When have you guys been this efficient?"

The woman’s voice on the phone carried a hint of helplessness, "Can’t help it, those patients are getting worse, and neither the traditional Chinese doctors nor Western medical experts called in by the authorities can diagnose what’s actually wrong."

In short, they were getting desperate.

If these people don’t get some relief from their ailments soon, there might be loss of life. Whether it’s the lives at stake or the issues with subsequent intelligence, it’s all quite troublesome.

"And I told them, even arranging a meeting time with you, the Jianghu Doctor, is not that easy, and with New Year’s Day coming up, you have to leave the capital to go home for the big holiday."

"..."

Though she truly was planning to leave the capital and go home, when did she become a Jianghu Doctor? Moreover, an elusive one at that? This analogy sounds so odd?

She is clearly easy-going and approachable, right?

"If my reputation suffers, it will definitely be because of you."

"Don’t worry, even if your reputation takes a hit, your abilities will still attract crowds of admirers. So don’t fret about that."

"Should I thank you then?"

A harmful friend, definitely a harmful friend.

On that day, Tang Shu huddled in the underground laboratory of Palm Pavilion, preparing some common tools and medications for spell removal, and also took the opportunity to review the materials she had brought back from Professor Yu.

Early the next morning, she was dragged out of her bed by Wen Nuan.

"Wait a minute, it’s only 6 a.m. now; are you sure it’s the right time?"

Tang Shu could hardly believe the person who rushed into her bedroom was Wen Nuan, and she slowly looked towards the door, her blurry face blanking for a moment.

"Did Tiantian open the door for you?"

"Yes, that diligent little assistant of yours. If she hadn’t recognized me before, she might have handed me over to the community security. Speaking of which, you guys have pretty good security measures here~"

"If they were really good, they wouldn’t have let you in."

"Oh, that, I showed proof."

Wen Nuan gave her a meaningful smile and then went to the wardrobe to help her pick out clothes, clearly more familiar with her bedroom than she was.

Tang Shu had no intention of getting up and quietly waited for the service of her friend.

"Tell me your reason, or I won’t cooperate. Could it be that those patients are really in critical condition? The kind who could stop breathing the next second?"

"It hasn’t reached that point yet. It’s just that the place we’re going is a bit far; it requires nearly a 3-hour drive. You can sleep more on the way."

Wen Nuan’s sharp gaze swept through the entire wardrobe and accurately picked out the outfit that was closest to professional attire, then forcibly stripped someone’s clothes by pulling on their arm.

The latter had no choice but to act accordingly, putting on clothes while not forgetting to tell Tiantian to make some simple breakfast to take with them.

"Remember to prepare two portions; this beauty probably hasn’t eaten yet."

"Okay, boss."

Yang Tiantian happily bounced into the kitchen to get busy.

Three hours later, Tang Shu stood at their destination wearing a white down jacket, astonished by the extremely familiar scene before her.

"I didn’t expect you guys had built a... base here?"

The spot where she was standing was near the tourist area where she and her boyfriend had visited the day before yesterday, with just under 1000 meters separating them.

"Do you guys have some sort of problem, to build a place near a tourist area, and not just any area, but one that’s crowded all year round?"

"Is this what they call the greatest secrecy is hiding in plain sight?"

Wen Nuan spread her hands and led her through five or six very complicated security checks, finally reaching the injured patients transported from a small village in Xiangnan on the fifth basement level.

For the first time, Tang Shu witnessed the modern version of the upgraded security system. Whether it was infrared thermal sensors or micro pinhole cameras that were nearly negligible, it seemed omnipresent.

If it weren’t for her senses being sharper than the average person, she might not have noticed these high-tech gadgets.

"Don’t tell me, all these things are provided by you."

She quietly queried her partner, feeling that these high-tech gadgets looked very familiar.

Wen Nuan returned a restrained smile, "Thanks for the compliment. If you also want a few sets, I’ll provide them unconditionally. It’s not impossible even if you want weapons with greater lethality."

"..."

Could this be the so-called talent with caprice?

Tang Shu followed her through the last door and entered a room with three single beds. It wasn’t quite right to call it a sickroom since each patient’s one hand was cuffed to the side of the bed.

"Please, it’s your turn to shine, don’t feel pressured. It’s okay if you can’t cure them."

Wen Nuan encouragingly patted her on the shoulder, picked up the medical records of the three patients, and started to assist her.

Tang Shu’s gaze scanned each of the three patients before finally walking up to the one closest to her, a patient who was currently unconscious with a face bearing a pallor of grey, characteristic of the dead, and purplish-red lips.

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