I Rely on My Versatility to Reach the Top of the Entertainment Industry [Ancient Times to Modern] - Chapter 9

This wasn’t right, that wasn’t right either—netizens began analyzing the audio again. However, the sound transmitted through the tablet and phone had been distorted to some extent, making it impossible to use as a clue.

By this time, Jing Yi had already finished his lunch.

He looked at Lu Yi, who was staring at him eagerly through the tablet, and smiled gently. “Wait for me to finish this busy period, then I’ll come see you, okay?”

Lu Yi nodded vigorously and rubbed against the tablet again. Jing Yi reached out to stroke the phone screen, and the two interacted affectionately across the screen. It was unusually heartwarming.

Lu Yuzhi watched from the side with a gentle expression, the slight curve of his lips revealing his current good mood.

However, a sudden phone ringtone interrupted the moment.

Xue An took out the phone, avoiding the camera, and patted Jing Yi’s shoulder to signal that a call had come in.

“Lu Yi, sorry, I have an unexpected call. I need to take it.”

As he spoke, Jing Yi took the phone and stood up, heading to a quiet spot to answer.

On the other end of the line was Zhao Jie, who immediately launched into a furious tirade: “Jing Yi, are you insane? What on earth did you do to President Zhang? He’s back in the hospital! He’s been given a critical condition notice and is currently unconscious!!”

Zhao Jie’s voice suddenly triggered fragments of the original Jing Yi’s memories in his mind. Among them were scenes of Zhao Jie coaxing the original Jing Yi into signing agreements for a controversial public image, a betting contract, and a binding contract.

Clause after clause was not just oppressive—they were shackles that could cost one’s life.

Jing Yi tightened his grip on the phone and sighed softly.

To Zhao Jie, that sigh only confirmed his belief that Jing Yi was out of his mind. He continued, “His wife, Yuan Hui, somehow found out about you and called me. She’s probably already on her way to the studio to find you. You’d better hide if you can. I’ve done all I can—the rest is up to you.”

Zhao Jie hung up.

Jing Yi frowned slightly.

He knew what “intensive care unit” meant. The original Jing Yi’s mother, suffering from cancer and critically ill, had spent most of her final days there. It was precisely to save his mother that the original host had gradually fallen into the abyss of selling himself.

Jing Yi wasn’t familiar with the laws of this world and had originally planned to resolve those contract issues after finishing his work on Seduce the Monk. After all, the original copies of the contracts were all in the original host’s small apartment, and he had no way to study them for now.

He never expected… that things would escalate to the point of affecting the film crew.

Jing Yi called Zhao Jie back.

“What else do you want?” Zhao Jie’s tone was extremely impatient. “Xiao Yi’s scene is about to start filming. If you have something to say, say it quickly.”

“Please give me Madam Zhang’s phone number,” Jing Yi said calmly.

Zhao Jie: “What do you need her number for?”

“Please give me Madam Zhang’s phone number,” Jing Yi repeated, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Zhao Jie paused for a moment before replying, “Wait, I’ll text it to you.”

The call ended again, and Jing Yi returned to the set. Seeing Guo Lin speaking with Lu Yuzhi, he waited quietly for a moment.

“Xiao Yi, don’t just stand there. We’re discussing the scenes—come over here.”

Jing Yi walked up to the two men, bowed politely, and said, “Director Guo, Mr. Lu, I apologize, but I have some personal matters to attend to this afternoon. I would like to request half a day off and hope for your approval.”

Guo Lin frowned deeply. “So urgent? The scenes scheduled for this afternoon are crucial… Can’t it wait?”

We were just getting into the rhythm of filming!

“Seduce the Monk” was Guo Lin’s debut work. He originally thought that making the plot as brilliant as possible to leave a good impression on the audience would be the ultimate achievement. Unexpectedly, Lu Yuzhi joined the cast, directly adding a golden touch to “Seduce the Monk.”

Lu Yuzhi was an extremely busy person, probably only available these two days.

“Sorry Director Guo, it can’t be postponed.” Jing Yi sincerely requested, “I’ll try my best to return for the night scenes, is that alright?”

Guo Lin glanced at Lu Yuzhi.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yuzhi’s lips, gentle and refined: “I believe Jing Yi knows what’s important. Director Guo, could you make an exception?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll make an exception. You can go first.”

“Thank you, Director Guo.”

Jing Yi bowed again, turned and jogged into the dressing room, changed into his own clothes, put on his hat and mask before coming out.

Xue An guessed it had something to do with Zhao Jie and directly asked: “Is Brother Jie giving you trouble again? Should we try to terminate the contract? The company is being too unfair to you.”

Jing Yi turned his head and smiled at Xue An: “It’s fine, Xue An. I can handle it. Wait for me to come back.”

Hearing Jing Yi say this, Xue An’s eyes suddenly reddened. Earlier, when Jing Yi went on that trip and made that “selling himself” agreement, Xue An had secretly regretted whether he should have stopped Jing Yi. Now Jing Yi was suddenly asking for leave because of Zhao Jie’s phone call, and was even comforting him instead. What kind of situation was this?

“Take me with you, I can help you.” Xue An frowned deeply, following closely beside Jing Yi. “This time you must take me with you. I don’t want to have to bail you out from the detention center again.”

The feeling of constant worry and regret… The guilt was unbearable.

Jing Yi gazed at Xue An’s reddened eyes for a few seconds, then reached out to pat Xue An’s head: “If you want to come, then come. I do need your help with some things.”

The two walked one after another towards the studio gate. Jing Yi dialed the number Zhao Jie had sent.

“Oh? You actually dare to call?” The other party had clearly been waiting for the call for some time. “I don’t want to talk about those things between you and my husband. Now he’s in the hospital. I heard you previously gave him acupuncture and temporarily cured his illness. Now he’s relapsed. Can you work your magic again?”

Jing Yi had originally thought the other party wanted to cause a scene at the studio by coming to find him. Hearing the middle-aged woman’s tone on the phone, he felt slightly relieved.

“I don’t have a medical license.” Jing Yi said honestly.

In his era, a monk with reputation in the temple had an identity that served as a medical license. Even after leaving the monastic life, they still had the qualification to treat patients.

In this world, that wasn’t possible.

The middle-aged woman on the phone sneered twice: “Don’t play games. You’ll treat him whether you want to or not. Otherwise, I’ll sue you in court. That good manager of yours has sold you out completely. With his help, I’m sure to win the case.”

Jing Yi remained silent.

“As long as you’re willing to treat him, everything can be discussed. The hospital belongs to my family. I can get you certification immediately.” The middle-aged woman’s tone softened, typical of giving a carrot after the stick. “Please save him. All the doctors say they’re powerless – either he remains unconscious or he’ll die in a few days. After all we were husband and wife, I don’t want to watch him die knowing he could be saved.”

Jing Yi had to save the person.

As long as he still wanted to practice Buddhism, he couldn’t stand by and watch someone die without helping.

The reason he explicitly stated he had no medical license was to gauge the attitude of the patient’s family. Now that everyone was satisfied, he responded: “I’m currently at the filming base. Where is Mrs. Zhang?”

The voice speaking became clearer.

Jing Yi followed the sound and came face to face with Yuan Hui, a middle-aged woman with curly hair holding a phone.

“So you’re that Jing Yi?”

“Yes.” Jing Yi responded, pressing his palms together. “Benefactor, I can only do my best to treat the patient.”

Yuan Hui smiled: “The moment you did that gesture I knew it was you. My husband came home too excited and accidentally mentioned a couple things about you. Let’s go, I drove here.”

…

Zhang Qiang’s hospital room was arranged at the very end of the corridor, remote and quiet.

After full-body disinfection and putting on gloves, Jing Yi entered the room.

Zhang Qiang was wearing an oxygen mask, his face pale.

“Here, I’ve already put the acupuncture needles you might need in the disinfectant. You can try again.” Yuan Hui said in a nonchalant tone. “If even you can’t treat him, then it proves he deserves this.”

Jing Yi reached out, lifted Zhang Qiang’s eyelid, observed that his eyes had lost their luster, then checked his pulse.

“Since you care about him, Benefactor, why did you let him binge eat and drink right after recovering from a serious illness?” Jing Yi released his hand and pulled down Zhang Qiang’s sleeve.

Yuan Hui’s lips twitched, looking like she wanted to laugh but couldn’t: “If I could control him, would he be able to go out and keep young celebrities? Actually… we’re just a couple in name only.”

Jing Yi didn’t say more.

“If you can gather the required medicinal ingredients within one day, he can still be saved. If you can’t prepare them all, Benefactor should start making funeral arrangements.”

Yuan Hui took paper and pen from the bedside table.

“Here, write them down. I’ll try my best to find them.”

Jing Yi took the pen, tried several times to hold it the modern way, but ultimately chose the calligraphy brush grip.

Yuan Hui found it strange but didn’t ask.

These days, who doesn’t have their secrets?

After writing the prescription, Jing Yi handed it to Yuan Hui.

Yuan Hui glanced at it, confirmed the handwriting was clear, and thanked him.

Jing Yi took the opportunity to say goodbye.

They left the room together, finding five teenagers with different hair colors standing outside the door.

They all wore masks and were dressed trendily.

One blonde-haired boy whispered impatiently: “Mom, I told you I have team building. Why did you make me come? If the old man dies, he dies. Why bother?”

“How can you talk like that? No matter how messed up your father is, he’s still your father. Visiting him in the hospital is only right!” Yuan Hui quietly scolded her son, then turned to the other boys. “Sorry for dragging you all here too, Xiao Lang.”

“It’s fine, Auntie. We’re a team anyway.” The blue-haired boy replied politely, then asked, “Is Uncle any better?”

“There’s hope now.” Yuan Hui smiled, then turned to Jing Yi. “Sorry, I can’t see you out. You guys can take a taxi outside. Keep the receipt and I’ll reimburse you.”

“No need, Mrs. Zhang. You’re busy, we’ll be going now.” Jing Yi said, bowing before leaving with Xue An.

The silver-haired teenager heard Jing Yi speak and stared intently at him.

The red-haired boy next to him whispered: “Shi Long, why are you staring at that guy?”

Shi Long didn’t reply to his teammate. While dialing a number on his phone, he walked toward Jing Yi.

Jing Yi heard a phone ring, took out his phone and saw the contact name displayed.

Shi Long – rising star in the esports world. The original owner seemed to have had feelings for this young man.

Jing Yi was sorting through the memory fragments related to Shi Long when a somewhat restrained call came from behind: “Jing Yi?”

Jing Yi turned around.

Shi Long removed his mask.

“Do you have time? Can we talk?”