Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Little Nine sped all the way, driving as fast as possible, and reached the hospital in just fifteen minutes.

In the meantime, Tong Yan kept scratching herself, looking unbearably itchy, while her face had turned purple, becoming more terrifying.

The doctor was called up in the middle of the night, clearly very sleepy, but didn’t slack at all, thoroughly examining Tong Yan, and finally concluded, ”Miss Tong is having an allergic reaction.”

Bo Yimo paused, ”What did you say?”

The doctor thought about it and carefully chose his words, ”Miss Tong, what did you do today? Could you describe it in detail?”

Tong Yan thought back carefully and when it came to the face mask, could it be...

The doctor nodded, ”It’s a face mask allergy, and Miss Tong’s facial allergic symptoms are the most severe.”

Little Nine was stunned, finding it hard to believe.

What did the doctor say just now?

Did he hear it wrong?

Face mask allergy????

He’s heard of seafood allergies, catkin allergies, pollen allergies, but this is the first time he’s heard of a face mask allergy, what a strange person indeed.

As expected of the Young Madam, she can encounter any weird situation.

It’s said that previously when the Young Madam fell asleep, the Young Master was furious and almost smashed the hospital, causing quite a commotion, scaring all the doctors and nurses to near panic, and in the end, she was just asleep.

Comparing with that, this symptom seems much more severe indeed.

So truly, when it comes to the Young Madam, nothing is surprising.

The doctor spoke earnestly, ”First, we’ll administer saline, then I’ll prescribe some medicine for you, take it and you’ll be fine, Miss Tong should be more careful in daily life, don’t rely on your youth to use skincare products indiscriminately, otherwise, you’ll ruin your face and regret it when it’s too late, eat less spicy foods...”

The doctor observed Bo Yimo’s expression while speaking very thoroughly, almost using all his expertise, and spoke with such caution, it wasn’t easy.

He finally wrapped up the topic with a dry throat.

It was destined to be a sleepless night, Tong Yan was in the VIP room with her saline drip, quite relaxed, and fell asleep while the others stayed up all night without sleeping.

Early the next morning, Tong Yan’s symptoms had relieved quite a bit, but there were still marks remaining, just not as terrible-looking.

Thus, she could only leave the hospital wearing a mask.

It’s unclear who leaked the news, but as she stepped out of the hospital, a swarm of reporters surrounded her, seeing her pale face and masked, they immediately asked, ”Little Fatty, are you sick? What’s the illness? Is it serious? Are you hospitalized?”

This looks very serious, could it be disfigurement? Wasn’t there an acid-throwing fan recently? Maybe it happened again.

The reporters, seeing Tong Yan not answering, pursued relentlessly asking, ”Little Fatty, what exactly happened? Can you describe in detail?” They wouldn’t waste their time waiting here otherwise.

”Little Nine.” Bo Yimo spoke calmly.

Little Nine nodded, glanced around, and suddenly several bodyguards came over, standing in front of the two, completely blocking the reporters who couldn’t get in, resulting in a deadlock.

Tong Yan nodded to everyone, ”I’m sorry, just a bit of a health issue, I’ll be fine in a few days, please don’t worry.”

No way would she disclose such embarrassing things like having a face mask allergy.

After speaking, she disappeared from view under the protection of the bodyguards.

Although the reporters didn’t get any interviews, it didn’t stop them from imagining wildly, going back to write several brilliant news articles, they wanted to write other things, but thinking of Bo Yimo’s methods chilled them, the end-of-year bonus is important, but job security is more important.

Though being very cautious in writing, each headline was still quite explosive, specifically as follows—