"Actually it's not that complicated. Zhao Yongqi didn't wave his hand. "If I had to choose myself, I still wanted to have a good rest for a while, do nothing, and lie down lazy and become stupid every day, that's life. Now, it's actually a little bun that gave me some relaxing time."

"That's the same." Li Chen, who had been sitting and laughing at everyone's nonsense, nodded and said, "Xiao Qi is really too busy now. She can't sleep for an average of six hours a day. It's really not a solution for this in the long run. Just as He He said, you have made enough money and no one can get fame, so why bother so hard?"

Li Chen's words were obviously recognized by everyone. These people around him probably felt the most about Zhao Yongqi's busyness.

Just as everyone was laughing and happy, Yun Zhi next to him suddenly looked at Cheng He and asked, "Brother He, what's wrong with you?"

When the clear voice of Meng Zhi sounded, it naturally attracted the attention of others. When Zhao Yongqi turned around, what he saw was Cheng He covering his stomach and leaning against the chair with a pale face. Even his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He rushed to Cheng He's side, Zhao Yongqi frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Brother He, what's wrong? Where is it uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a stomachache." Cheng He said after a forced smile: "I don't know what's going on. In recent days, I have always had a severe stomachache. Yesterday I took a long time to go to the hospital here for examination. The doctor gave me two bottles of stomach-enhancing medicine and said that I probably had a bad meal. But it's actually okay, just hold it a little and it's over."

Zhao Yongqi, who was not interested in joking, reached out and grabbed Cheng He's wrist and said softly: "Brother He, I'll take a look."

Since learning the Golden Needle Art, Zhao Yongqi has a little understanding of the pulse. Although it is not a skill to kill the gods, at least there is no problem in judging the general condition of his body.

It was not the first time that Xiao Baozi and others saw Zhao Yongqi picking his pulse. He even had a headache and fever, and he became the first Mongolian doctor every time.

In an instant, the entire lounge became quiet, allowing Zhao Yongqi to make careful judgments with calmness.

After a long time, Zhao Yongqi, who had been frowning his sword eyebrows, took the pulse for a long time, then put down Cheng He's wrist and said in confusion: "In my opinion, except for the lack of qi and blood, there is no problem. Even the internal organs are full of vitality, and they are not as painful as they will make you feel."

"Haha, I said it's okay." Cheng He waved his hand indifferently, as if he was saying it. In a short period of time, the abdominal pain that made him pale seemed to be about to disappear.

Seeing that Cheng He didn't seem to be pretending, not to mention that there was no need to pretend to be these suddenly, Zhao Yongqi was puzzled. In the eyes of others, he might think that he was not good at medical skills and could not judge any disease, but he knew very well that if he wanted to say that it was a bit difficult to prescribe the right medicine, he would admit it, but if he just judged the condition, he could be said to be very sure. But now he found that Cheng He did not seem to have an unbearable abdominal pain because of some part of his body, which made Brother Xiao Qi a little confused.

Seeing that Cheng He's expression had gradually returned to normal, he was wiping the cold sweat on his head and talking nonsense, everyone gradually let go of their worries. Maybe it was just a nerve pain, or maybe it was just a few laughs. At this moment, no one was particularly worried.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Yongqi patted Cheng He on the shoulder and told him that if he continued to experience this pain, he would go to the Hangzhou hospital for a check-up, and he could only let it go temporarily.

Time passed quickly, and soon everyone started to prepare for the morning work. In the morning, I was busy and had lunch at noon. When most of the idle people gathered together to make a fuss, Lee Ji-eun's little body suddenly jumped into the lounge.

Just as I entered the door, the cute little cute eyes swept and stared at Cheng He directly. He rushed to him with a smile and said in a sweet voice: "He Oppa, let me show you your script. I will play with you tomorrow. I have to throw your script in the hotel. I'm fine again in the afternoon. Take it out and let me be right."

"Oh, here you are behind, you can do it yourself." Cheng He, who was spread out on the chair, pointed his finger behind him, and seemed too lazy to even move his body.

The lounge chairs in the lounge are basically long lounge chairs that can be leaned against. Behind each chair, there is a small storage bag. This bag is not used to hold any personal belongings, but basically all are work supplies such as lines and scripts. On the one hand, it is thrown into the crew to prevent anyone from getting the script to return to the hotel to get it. On the other hand, there are often minor changes in the script, which can be easily modified at any time.

Seeing Cheng He agreeing, Lee Ji-eun didn't say much, so he naturally ran behind him, grabbed the bag and started looking for the script number he needed.

"Hey? He Oppa, you still carry a doll." After a moment, Lee Ji-eun's voice suddenly rang, "It's just so ugly, why are you carrying such an ugly doll?"

"Doll?" Cheng He was stunned and sat upright and turned around to look. He saw that Li Zhien was holding a doll the size of a palm in his hand.

It is obviously a doll made by the work, just like Lee Ji-eun said, and it looks extremely ugly. The small doll is made of dirty rags, with clear limbs and a small human shape, but the head is depicted very strange. Except for a "backward arc" mouth that looks a bit bitter, there are no other facial features, giving people a very strange feeling.

Cheng He took the so-called doll, looked at it for a few seconds, and was about to throw it away, saying indifferently: "I don't know whose thing this is, it looks like it was picked up from a trash can."

Just as Cheng He aimed at the trash can on one side and was about to throw it in neatly, Zhao Yongqi suddenly stepped forward and took the doll from his hand. After looking over and over for a long time, he asked Cheng He with a gloomy face and serious face: "Who have you offended recently?"

"Ah?" Cheng He was stunned. He wanted to make a few jokes, but seeing Zhao Yongqi's expression, he couldn't help but take back the joke that had already been to his mouth, scratched his hair and said, "Your Brother He has been thinking about documenting the movie recently. Or just messing with you, who would offend anyone?"

"That's strange." Zhao Yongqi waved the doll in his hand and said seriously: "If I read it correctly, this doll should be considered a voodoo doll or a cursed doll. Anyway, it's almost the same thing."



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Chapter completed!