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

As soon as the others heard, they swarmed over. Tong Yan was surrounded on all sides, and it all happened so suddenly. Lost in the recent event, when they rushed at her, she didn’t react at all, and was thus immediately captured.

So, she could only struggle desperately, but with so many people holding her down, she couldn’t move at all; no amount of strength could help her break free.

A tall, skinny man walked up to her, roughly grabbed her hair, and slapped her twice with force, clearly not holding back.

Tong Yan’s cheeks on both sides instantly turned red, with prominent handprints appearing.

”Bitch!”

Clearly, this was revenge for what had just happened.

Everyone knew Tong Yan didn’t do it on purpose, but he was intent on revenge for this, which clearly showed his pettiness and extremely small-minded nature; it was their own issue for grabbing her yet refusing to allow her to escape.

Even though the Dong Family had a powerful background, the doctors and nurses couldn’t bear to watch any longer, and they said, ”Isn’t this a bit too much? Isn’t it just about the blood transfusion?” Leave out all the extra stuff.

The tall, skinny man glanced at them coldly and said, ”What are you saying?”

The others shivered, lowered their heads, and dared not speak further.

People are inherently selfish. They will help when it’s not at the expense of their own interests, but once it threatens them, they are sure to protect themselves; this is the inherent flaw in human nature.

The doctors and nurses were obviously afraid he might attack them too, and it’s natural to fear.

Tong Yan, after being slapped twice, instead chuckled softly, ”Just you wait.”

The tall, skinny man looked somewhat displeased and shifted his gaze to them, ”Aren’t you going to draw blood? Do you want me to help you?”

Only then did the doctor react and started preparing the syringes, while the nurses got ready with preliminary tasks, and the others continued to hold her down.

Old Mr. Dong arrived only to see this scene.

”You all...”

The tall, skinny man respectfully said to him, ”Sir, don’t worry, there’s definitely no problem with the blood transfusion.”

Old Mr. Dong glanced at Tong Yan’s red and swollen cheeks, then looked away and nodded, ”Good work.”

Disobedient people should be taught a lesson; those two slaps were still too light.

Mr. Dong checked the time, realizing it was running out, and looked around, ”Why aren’t you pressing her to draw blood quickly? Does this hospital still want to continue operating?”

Just as they were about to draw blood, at the critical moment, a voice came from behind—