Chapter 39 sequel (middle) second update seeking recommendation collection

  “……He was seriously injured, with multiple bruises on his body, a torn ligament on the inside of his right thumb, but these were minor. The serious injury was that the steel rod implanted in his shoulder two years ago had somehow become dislocated during the beating by the anti-riot police. The doctor said this time's situation is more severe than last time and requires immediate surgery to repair and correct it. There can't be any delay, otherwise, there's a possibility that his arm will be permanently disabled.”

  In a rest room, Quan Baogen poured a cup of hot water for An Junhe, placed it in front of him, and sat down heavily across from him, letting out a worried sigh.

  An Junhe rubbed his forehead in distress, "After the surgery... will need a long time to recover?"

  "Yes, the steel bar was originally fixed to the bone, and after dislocation, it also caused damage to the bone. When I went to see him, I heard the doctor tell his agent that after the operation, he would need at least two months to recover before normal activities..."

  Two months...

  After such a long time, the rape flowers have all wilted!

  Yesterday, I heard the news that So Ji-sub was injured. At that time, I didn't have time to ask so many questions, and I didn't expect it to be so serious. Ahn Jun-hee had both elbows on his knees, silently propping up his forehead with both hands, silent for a moment, "What did the TV station say?"

  "What else can the TV station say? If So Ji-sub needs surgery, he definitely won't be able to participate in filming. I asked a few ministers I know and they are already considering terminating the contract with So Ji-sub. Of course, since he was injured during filming, the TV station will compensate for some of his medical expenses, but they won't pay the penalty fee - because the responsibility doesn't lie with the production team."

  It's indeed profit that decides everything. If you can't create value, you'll be kicked out immediately without even a severance pay. A typical capitalist face.

  An Junhe smiled slightly coldly, "The director and screenwriter also agreed?"

  "They can't either..." Quan Baogen sighed and shook his head, "They can't ask Su Zhihui to continue working at the risk of being disabled. Now Li Hengmin has already started re-selecting the male lead, but..."

  He spread his hands, the male lead is not that easy to choose, now it's the second half of the year, close to the end of the year, it's the busiest time for artists' schedules. Recently, the military service scandal has also implicated many people. To find a leading actor who is suitable in image, experience and can spare time is probably harder than ascending to heaven. Encountering someone like So Ji-sub is just good luck, how could they be that lucky?

  But the TV station obviously wouldn't consider these things.

  "And that's not all the trouble." Kwon Bo-geun said, "A few days ago, when Soo Ji-hyun's scandal broke out, some investors were hesitant to withdraw their investment, but the TV station persuaded them to stay and wait for the situation to develop. But now it's even more serious, the male lead is gone, the crew's work has stalled, and with the increasing risk of investment, who dares to get involved in this mess? They're all withdrawing their investments, and the production costs have been cut in half... Joon-hyuk, I think this drama can't be made."

  To his pessimistic words, An Junhe had no reaction, only gazing at the cup of water in front of him emitting a wisp of heat, and after a moment, said:

  "Uncle Bao Gen, take me to the hospital to see Senior Su Zhi Xian!"

  "Huh?" Gwon Baek-ho was taken aback. These days, not many people have a favorable attitude towards So Ji-sub. Most people keep their distance from him, even if they know he's innocent. They're afraid of getting burned themselves.

  So when Ahn Jun-ho said he was going to visit, Kwon Bo-geun wanted to stop him, but seeing his calm and silent expression, Kwon Bo-geun felt a little intimidated.

  For some reason, he always felt that An Junhe had become even more introspective after disappearing for a night and then returning again, like a deep and remote mountain valley, where one could only stand on the cliff beside it and look down, feeling a kind of trembling fear of falling into it and being smashed to pieces.

  After hesitating for a moment, he still agreed.

  ……

  Su Zhihuan's hospital is not far from the farewell hall, Xu Zhijing and Lin Xiujing also wanted to go together, but their freedom was not as great as An Junhe's, they were all restricted by the brokerage firm and not allowed to go. Especially Lin Xiujing, who had just stayed out overnight yesterday, her agent did not dare let her leave again, especially with An Junhe.

  For some reason, Ahn Jun-hee is now the most unwelcome person in Lim Soo-jung's manager's mind.

  "What did you do to offend her?" Quan Baogen asked puzzledly in the car.

  "Maybe it's because I was with Soo-jung all night, and she got a bad impression of me, whatever." Ahn Joon-hee said nonchalantly, then pointed to Cha Won-seong who had been following him silently. "Bogun uncle, this is my younger brother from my hometown, I want him to be my assistant in the future, can you please inform the company? If they don't agree, I'll pay his salary myself."

  "Ah, hello!" Quan Baogen and Che Yuancheng shook hands, then nodded and said: "Alright, it's nothing."

  After that, there was nothing more to say.

  When arriving at the hospital, there were many reporters guarding the entrance. The incident of So Ji-sub being protested and injured by ANTI yesterday had already been reported by on-site journalists. As Korea's only anti-celebrity organization, every move made by ANTI has great news value, let alone this explosive event. To date, it is the first time a celebrity has been beaten up by ANTI to the point of serious injury and hospitalization, which has excited many newspapers and TV stations. They are frantically following up on So Ji-sub, trying to dig out more valuable news.

  When Ahn Jun-hee's van drove by, those reporters noticed it right away.

  "Whose car is this? Is there still someone who dares to come and see So Ji-sub?"

  "Not clear, the license plate number is very unfamiliar..."

  "Hey, turn on the headlights a bit brighter and see who's in the car."

  "The car windows all have curtains drawn, can't see a thing!"

  "Never mind, take down the license plate number and we'll investigate later!"

  The clamor of the crowd, from outside surged in, the flashing lights of the cameras flashed incessantly, taking aim at the minivan and snapping away wildly. Even though he had mentally prepared himself beforehand, Quan Baogen was startled, instinctively blocking An Junhe's path, tensely gazing out at the reporters who were following close behind the car, trying to get a shot of what was inside, feeling the vehicle being jostled by the crowd, his heart racing as if it was about to leap out of his chest, fearing that they would go crazy and overturn the car.

  Jin Xun, who was driving, was even more nervous and sweating profusely, not daring to stop, could only keep honking the horn continuously while slowly and stubbornly moving forward.

  Only An Junhe was unmoved, not even glancing at the crowd outside the car, with only a faint sense of absurdity in his heart. From the moment he stepped onto this path, he naturally thought that one day he would be surrounded by flashing lights, but he didn't expect that his first experience would be under such circumstances.

  No matter how crazy those reporters were, when the car finally slowly drove into the hospital gate, they didn't dare to continue following and retreated back to their original position, whispering and guessing which artist was in the car, secretly rejoicing that today would not be a wasted trip. Meanwhile, inside the car, Kim Hoon and Kwon Bora also let out a sigh of relief, fearing Ahn Jun-hee's tension, Kwon Bora turned around to comfort him, but his eyes suddenly caught the young man named Cha Won-young sitting next to him, who was expressionlessly pulling out something from his pocket, and in the moment when his clothes were lifted, half of a black handle flashed under his armpit.

  Weng Baogen's heart skipped a beat, if it wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him, then... was that a handgun?

  This guess... or fact, left him momentarily stunned, suddenly realizing that he had never understood Ahn Jun-hee, knew nothing about his family, knew nothing about his past, and even the person himself seemed to be shrouded in mist. Sometimes he thought he had grasped his personality, but then he would surprise him again.

  It's hard to say whether that surprise is bearable or not.

  With some messy thoughts, when Bao Gen came back to himself again, several people were already standing in the hospital hall. An Junhe looked at him strangely: "Uncle Bao Gen, what's wrong?"

  "Huh..." Guan Baogen blinked blankly, then hastily shook his head. "Nothing... follow me, I know which ward Su Zhihui is in, and last night I even sent a bouquet of flowers to him on your behalf."

  Saying that, he temporarily put aside his shock and silently led the way forward. Before long, they found the hospital room.

  A few people arrived, and Su Zhihao's agent had just come out from inside, standing in the corridor, speaking softly on the phone. Then he saw them appear, and he was stunned for a moment before hastily hanging up the phone to welcome them. After hearing Quan Baogen explain their intention, his expression was quite excited, but he didn't say much. He shook hands with An Junhe heavily, then pushed open the door, inviting several people in while softly saying to the person inside the ward: "Zhihao, An Junhe has come to see you."

  A single room with excellent lighting, one side of the window was open, and sunlight and wind quietly slipped in from there. The white curtains were slightly shaking, and on the bed under the window, Soo-ji was leaning against the pillow, silently watching the TV hanging on the wall opposite him, which was playing footage of him being beaten by ANTI fans yesterday.

  It's probably hard for outsiders to understand how he feels at this moment, lying in bed, not even daring to move, watching TV and seeing himself being beaten up. It's a strange feeling, wanting to rage, wanting to smash things to vent, wanting to wail loudly, then not wanting anything at all.

  Ideas are conflicting and intense.

  The broker said something, but he seemed to have not heard it at all. He turned his head and glanced over here for a moment, then remained still in a daze.

  It wasn't until much later that he finally spoke up, his voice hoarse: "You all go out first, I'll be alone with Junhe for a while."

  Several others looked at each other in dismay, but still followed his words and slowly backed out of the ward, closing the door behind them.

  "Find a place to sit wherever you like!" Everyone left, Su Zhihui said in a low voice, followed by a bitter smile, "I didn't expect...you'd come to see me..."

  In the crew, the relationship between the two was not close at all, just a very ordinary acquaintance. On one hand, it was because of the huge difference in seniority and popularity. On the other hand, Soo Ji-chul had never put his mind into managing relationships before. Except for the day they met to discuss the script, they barely exchanged greetings on other occasions.

  But it was precisely these casual acquaintances who had the courage to visit him at such a sensitive time, while his friends... only sent a wreath.

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