Chapter 55 of 100
Chapter 55
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At half past two in the afternoon, the weather grew even hotter.
The cicadas on the trees, agitated by the heat, were shouting at the top of their lungs.
The entertainment reporters stationed at various exits of the hotel were very dedicated, steadfastly holding their ground on the front lines, even without high-temperature allowances.
Outside the side door of the hotel.
"Xiao Li, when did that ambulance show up?"
"Just when you went to the bathroom. Something must have happened; I saw them pushing a stretcher in."
"Pushing a stretcher?"
"What's up, Brother Zhao?"
"Trying to pull a fast one or a diversion? Hmph, stay alert, the real action might be about to start!"
Two minutes later, several medical staff pushed a stretcher out of the side door of the hotel.
A patient lay on the stretcher, covered with a blanket that obscured half of their face.
A young man accompanied the patient, one hand gripping the stretcher and the other holding the patient's hand, his expression anxious.
Xiao Li raised his camera to focus: "Brother Zhao, the person on the stretcher is a woman."
"Go!"
At Brother Zhao's command, he and Xiao Li charged forward, their recording pens and cameras ready, waiting for the real action to begin.
Someone had beaten them to it!
No, many people had beaten them to it!
Suddenly, many people emerged from the surrounding shady areas and corners, equipped like Brother Zhao and Xiao Li, rushing towards the stretcher from all directions.
"They're all damn sharp!"
Brother Zhao was in a panic, regretting not exercising more, as he couldn't run fast now.
What if he ran too slow and couldn't get in?
His frustration lasted only fifteen seconds, and the next moment, he felt a sense of relief.
He recognized the reporter leading the charge, Feng Yi, who had retired from the Beijing track and field team last year, specializing in sprinting. He had won awards at provincial sports meets and was later poached by a newspaper for a high salary. After training, he specialized in capturing news, with remarkable results.
This guy had long legs and a large stride, covering three steps in the time it took others to cover five. Before the other reporters could get close, he had already reached out to lift the blanket on the stretcher.
"Bang!"
A large foot flew over, kicking Feng Yi away. It was the young man beside the stretcher!
At that moment, Feng Yi's hand was only 0.01 centimeters away from the blanket, his fingertips already feeling the fibers. He was just one step away from uncovering the truth.
Unfortunately!
Feng Yi, who was responsible, tenacious, and indomitable, got up from the ground and launched a second charge at the stretcher for the high reward.
Bang!
This time, he was met with a punch.
He was thrown out again.
"Damn, are you crazy!"
Mai Xiaoyu shouted loudly, turning around and kicking another reporter who was approaching the stretcher from behind.
His ferocity stunned all the reporters present. With him protecting the stretcher, no one wanted to be the first to step forward, but they also didn't want to miss this potential opportunity.
Thus, the stretcher was blocked, surrounded by layers of reporters, with more reporters rushing to the scene.
"How can you hit people!"
"What right do you have to hit people!"
"Call the police and arrest him!"
"We can all testify!"
The reporters were indignant, standing up for their colleague, accusing Mai Xiaoyu, but they also blocked Feng Yi from getting close, no matter how hard he tried.
We won't let you in.
You ran so fast, didn't you?
You deserve it!
See if you dare to run first next time!
"Get out of my way, all of you! My girlfriend is in an emergency. If anything happens to her, I'll make you pay with your lives!"
Mai Xiaoyu shouted loudly, and the medical staff also tried to persuade the reporters to let them take the patient to the hospital based on humanitarian principles.
Humanitarian principles?
The reporters didn't care.
They suspected the person on the stretcher was the famous actress, so they wouldn't let her leave easily.
That's right!
Just a suspicion!
So what?
Otherwise, why wouldn't you let us see and why did you hit people?
Covering up in the heat, isn't that like saying 'the silver is not here'?
Mai Xiaoyu experienced the despicable nature of the reporters for the first time...
Well, to be precise, the despicable nature of some reporters. Most reporters are upright, selfless, pure, noble, and sincere... (omitting two words here).
Although he had set up the situation, what if the person on the stretcher was really a patient? From the looks of the reporters, they wouldn't let them pass if they couldn't see the face!
The hand in his palm turned cold, and the trembling rhythm clearly conveyed the fear of the person on the stretcher.
Mai Xiaoyu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
A small figure with a camera crept up from behind, taking advantage of the moment when Mai Xiaoyu bent down, and reached the end of the stretcher, grabbing the blanket.
The reporters suddenly fell silent, instinctively raising their cameras, fingers on the shutter. If the woman on the stretcher revealed her face, they would seize the fleeting opportunity.
What if they take the wrong picture?
So what if they take the wrong picture? How much can a roll of film cost?
Missing the shot is the real crime!
"Damn you!"
As the small figure exerted force, Mai Xiaoyu noticed in time and delivered a punch to the stomach, causing the reporter to fall and vomit.
"You hit people again!"
"How lawless!"
"Why hasn't anyone called the police?"
"These social scoundrels must be punished!"
"Protect our journalistic dignity!"
"Give us justice!"
The reporters became noisy again, and Mai Xiaoyu's expression turned serious.
His expertise in deception made him keenly sense the smell of a conspiracy.
He didn't have time to think about it now. Whether there was a conspiracy or not, his job was to safely escort the woman on the stretcher to the car and to the hospital.
Picking up the vomiting skinny paparazzo, he slammed him into the reporters blocking the way. He then pulled out two security rubber sticks from the blanket, instructing the medical staff to push the stretcher and follow him closely. Mai Xiaoyu swung the rubber sticks, protecting the stretcher as they charged through.
Crack!
At first, the reporters were defiant, thinking they had the numbers and that Mai Xiaoyu wouldn't dare to act rashly.
When the first few reporters were hit and scurried away, the rest panicked and retreated. The scene became chaotic, and the medical staff finally pushed the stretcher out of the encirclement to the ambulance.
"My hand is broken!"
"Ouch, it hurts so much!"
"Call the police!"
"Don't let him escape!"
"In broad daylight, he dares to hit people!"
The reporters cursed and swarmed after him. Mai Xiaoyu, holding the rubber sticks, helped the medical staff load the stretcher onto the ambulance and shouted, "Fine, call the police! Make sure to record the names and contact information of all of you. If anything happens to my girlfriend, you all will pay with your lives!"
He swung the rubber sticks at the reporters, turned, and climbed into the ambulance, which sounded its siren and sped off to the hospital.
Chase!
Some reporters were well-equipped, and chasing celebrities by car was a common occurrence. Many were already calling their colleagues, preparing to follow the ambulance.
"Old Sun, get in the car, what are you standing there for?"
"Who told you the person on the stretcher is Liu Qianqian?"
"Many people said it, so I came here. What, it's not her?"
"That guy who hit people is a nobody. I saw him at noon when I was disguised as a delivery person in a standard room. Do you think someone of Liu Qianqian's status would have a secret meeting with a tycoon in a standard room?"
The conversation between the two reporters, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, created ripples. Soon, other reporters received the message, cursing and returning to the hotel, re-encircling it, and guarding the famous actress Liu Qianqian...
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