Chapter 543: Old Hand?

Looking up from the middle of the escalator, at the height of about the 7th or 8th floor, a figure was hanging on the railing outside the floor partition, liable to fall at any moment.

Many people behind were watching and trying to dissuade the person, but no one dared to step forward, presumably fearing that if they took a step closer, the person would become agitated and jump straight down.

Suddenly!

Ji Xiang seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Uh..." Fan Dao paused; he was still pondering what exactly had happened when he suddenly saw Ji Xiang tear off his White Uniform, buttons flying, the White Uniform hitting the ground, and the person already running up the escalator like a cheetah.

"Go!" Fan Dao waved a hand, leading the Camera Crew to rush up behind Ji Xiang.

But Ji Xiang ran too fast; Fan Dao had exhausted all his strength but could not keep up with his pace, and could only watch as Ji Xiang ran higher and higher.

"Director, there's a Patient attempting suicide; what is Doctor Ji Xiang going up there for?" Fan Dao's assistant's first instinct was that filming such a scene was not good, so he followed Fan Dao and tried to persuade him.

"Go and see." Fan Dao had been following him for several days, and in the moment when Ji Xiang froze slightly and then tore off his White Uniform, he vaguely felt the same sensation he had when that hospitalized Patient went out to drink.

It wasn't that Fan Dao had any premonition; he was a stranger to everything in the hospital, and he knew that someone jumping off a building in a hospital was likely a patient. Not to mention broadcasting it, even just recording it made him feel guilty.

But!

Fan Dao trusted Ji Xiang's intuition.

The moment the buttons of the White Uniform splattered onto his face, it was as if inspiration had come knocking.

Arriving at the 6th floor, Fan Dao was exhausted like a dog; the high-speed running in a short time had drained his entire body.

He wanted to lean on his legs to catch his breath, but the next second, Fan Dao saw Ji Xiang vault up, his feet standing on the edge of the railing, most of his soles hanging in the air, his arms braced on the railing, looking both like someone about to jump and like a tourist looking out from a high place.

Because the distance was far, Fan Dao couldn't hear what Ji Xiang was saying, only seeing Ji Xiang tilt his head, seemingly talking to that woman.

"Group One, pay attention, Group One, pay attention, go to the seventh floor, find a suitable camera position!"

"Group Two, on the sixth floor, go to the position opposite Doctor Ji Xiang."

Fan Dao began to make emergency arrangements.

In such an emergency, Fan Dao did not panic, but made calm arrangements. Although he was a bit bewildered, deep down, Fan Dao actually believed that Ji Xiang could persuade the woman to come down.

Bizarre thoughts and incomprehensible reality clashed in his heart.

Ji Xiang said two sentences, and the woman seemed a bit angry. She looked down, her body pausing slightly.

Fan Dao's heart hung in the air, but then he saw the woman's hands grip the railing tightly.

Phew~

Seems okay, Fan Dao thought to himself.

But!

What did Ji Xiang say to that woman?!

Fan Dao pricked up his ears, wanting to listen carefully, but the chaotic noise from the surrounding crowd made it impossible for him to hear the conversation between Ji Xiang and the woman.

The next second, Ji Xiang fished a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, ordinary red Great Clouds, and then fished out a lighter to light one.

Ji Xiang wanted to throw the cigarette to the woman, but stopped for a moment as he made the motion to throw.

It was unknown what the two said; the expression on Ji Xiang's face was slightly flat, and tears flowed down.

Fan Dao never expected that he would actually see Ji Xiang cry!

To cry on command is a talent for an actor, one that requires countless hours of practice; only with immersive practice combined with talent can someone achieve it.

As for those little guys who make money based on Traffic nowadays, they have no professional spirit at all; they usually use eye drops for crying scenes, and methods like rubbing mustard that carry a sense of "self-harm" are already considered highly dedicated.

Fan Dao had no time to grumble, nor time to praise Ji Xiang; he watched Ji Xiang and the Patient talking intently, using the walkie-talkie to adjust the positions of the two Camera Crews.

Because Fan Dao had already guessed what Ji Xiang wanted to do!

He must want to grab the woman the moment he hands over the cigarette.

It must be!

After adjusting the camera positions and taking everything in, Fan Dao's blood was boiling.

If he missed such a "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunity, he would definitely be struck by lightning.

Plus, from chatting with Ji Xiang just now and hearing about the good luck Ji Xiang mentioned, Fan Dao knew his luck had arrived!

While filming and adjusting the camera positions, just as the first group on the floor above found their spot, Ji Xiang also moved. He twisted the cigarette in his hand, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and moved half a step toward the woman's position.

Then Ji Xiang stretched out his arm, barely managing to hand the cigarette to within a meter of the woman.

Is this distance enough? Fan Dao felt a bit puzzled in his heart.

Perhaps Ji Xiang knew the bone-shrinking technique, like in martial arts novels, where the arm suddenly extends three inches in an instant to grab the woman's hand?!

Perhaps.

But reason told Fan Dao this was simply impossible.

The woman pulled down her dress that had been caught by the railing, inched closer to Ji Xiang, and reached out to take the cigarette.

She was very vigilant, like a scarred she-wolf, not giving Ji Xiang a single chance. And Ji Xiang didn't seem to have any intention of grabbing her either; he even seemed a bit disgusted, and in the end, for those last few centimeters, he tossed the cigarette, and it landed in the woman's hand.

Fan Dao's guess fell through; things seemed to have exceeded his expectations, moving in an uncontrollable direction.

Filming a Patient with an unknown illness falling to their death?

Fan Dao had no interest in that.

Damn it! Doctor Ji Xiang is really useless; why couldn't his arm extend and grab the woman's shoulder to pull her back!

Fan Dao cursed Ji Xiang wildly in his heart.

Dark clouds gathered over the ancestral grave of the Ji Xiang family, with lightning and thunder.

But Ji Xiang didn't make many moves; he braced his arms and sat steadily on the railing.

The railing swayed slightly, and everyone could feel that the base of the railing had already begun to loosen, and it was unknown when it would collapse with a crash.

And at that time, Ji Xiang and the woman would fall straight down from the sixth floor and be smashed into meat paste.

What is he trying to do!

Fan Dao watched in astonishment as Ji Xiang, with a face full of sorrow and tears streaming down his cheeks, sat there.

If he hadn't been following Ji Xiang these past two days, Fan Dao would certainly have assumed something had happened at Ji Xiang's home or that he had suffered a heartbreak, leading him to have thoughts of suicide.

However, being perfectly fine one second before walking into the Outpatient Department and then being so sorrowful that one wants to die the next—such a violent emotional conflict does not exist.

He is acting.

His acting skills are superb, so superb that they leave Fan Dao, a big shot in the entertainment industry, stunned.

With acting skills like these, paired with Ji Xiang's looks, he would surely thrive in the entertainment industry. Within three years, he would sweep up awards like the Golden Horse.

He could even dare to dream of an Oscar statuette.

Just as Fan Dao was lost in his wild thoughts, Ji Xiang took out another cigarette, wiped his tears and snot indiscriminately, let half a trail of snot hang on his face, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag.

Ji Xiang seemed to be pouring his heart out to the woman; as he spoke, the woman's expression began to grow grave.

She leaned a little closer to Ji Xiang along the armrest.

There's a change!

Fan Dao watched all this in astonishment, but he didn't know what Ji Xiang was saying, to the point that the woman who had been seeking death seemed to be gradually getting better.

(End of this chapter)