Chapter 544: The Hunter Who Appears in the Form of the Prey

Ji Xiang sat on the guardrail, swaying back and forth as he smoked.

It wasn't the guardrail that was swaying, but Ji Xiang; Fan Dao's heart felt as if it were swaying along with Ji Xiang's body. He was very worried that he would suffer a Myocardial Infarction after watching this, but he was even more worried that Ji Xiang wouldn't be able to sit steady and would suddenly fall off.

Young master, please be steady!

Fan Dao felt like crying but had no tears.

Especially the aura of complete disinterest in the entire world radiating from Ji Xiang; it could be felt even from a great distance.

Although Fan Dao was very worried, life had to go on, and the filming had to continue.

Having found a suitable camera angle, Fan Dao did not give instructions one by one; he was not worried about the camera crew he had personally trained.

Fan Dao stared blankly at Ji Xiang; Ji Xiang's tears fell in a patter, and he cried with an inexplicable sorrow.

Moreover, while crying, Ji Xiang was saying something under his breath.

Although he couldn't hear what Ji Xiang was saying, Fan Dao could feel that tragic despair of someone who, after being wounded, was single-mindedly seeking death.

This despair was even more intense and more impatient than that of the woman. Fan Dao could even sense that Ji Xiang was merely smoking a cigarette, and once this cigarette was finished, he would jump down without the slightest hesitation.

Is there any meaning in doing this?

Fan Dao did not know.

But Ji Xiang's acting, like that of a veteran actor, made Fan Dao feel a mix of shame and anger; it turned out Ji Xiang had been acting the whole time, and the clear, bottomless light in his eyes was all performed.

Ji Xiang was not a little lamb at all, but a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Halfway through the cigarette, the woman held onto the guardrail and moved toward Ji Xiang.

Fan Dao vaguely guessed something, yet he had absolutely no idea what method Ji Xiang had used, or what bewitching words he had spoken, to make that woman walk right into his trap.

However, when the woman was about to get close, Ji Xiang looked at her with full vigilance.

The woman was slightly startled, her lips moving gently, as if she were persuading Ji Xiang not to seek death.

The change in the situation and their identities left Fan Dao—who was extremely experienced in society and considered himself capable of seeing through people's hearts—completely unable to understand.

How on earth did Ji Xiang manage to do it!

About a minute later, Ji Xiang was "persuaded" by the woman; the cigarette in his hand trembled uniformly, shaking uncontrollably.

It seemed he thought for a long time before Ji Xiang finally nodded gently.

This...

The most brilliant hunter appears in the form of the prey; this sentence surfaced in Fan Dao's mind.

This cliché phrase was inexplicably fitting for Ji Xiang; Fan Dao watched as the woman comforted Ji Xiang, trying hard to persuade him to come down from the guardrail, and he felt a mix of laughter and tears.

What on earth happened!

Fan Dao could not figure it out at all.

He replaced himself with Ji Xiang, and with his own social experience, he had no idea where to even begin.

But Ji Xiang was able to do it, and he did it extremely well—so well it exceeded his imagination.

Damn it!

A sudden incident had occurred, and he couldn't even hear what Ji Xiang was saying; what was he supposed to do?

Watching Ji Xiang and the woman supporting each other as they climbed over the guardrail and arrived in the sixth-floor lobby, Fan Dao's heart began to snow—a vast, white expanse, and he couldn't describe the feeling.

"Director, what's next?" Fan Dao's assistant asked.

"How would I know!" Fan Dao replied in a low voice.

Fan Dao's assistant heard the endless resentment and didn't dare to respond.

Watching Ji Xiang and the woman stand on "flat ground," out of danger, with the woman still persuading Ji Xiang, Fan Dao's assistant sighed.

"What do you want to say?" Fan Dao asked.

"Director, do you think Doctor Ji Xiang was playing the victim, and the woman's maternal instincts were triggered?"

"You don't know a damn thing!" Fan Dao cursed.

This was the simplest speculation, and Fan Dao had thought of it too, but he hadn't even let the thought linger in his mind for a single second.

Absolutely impossible!

The woman didn't even want her own life; that urgent desire to die was very firm, visible to the naked eye.

Maternal instincts triggered?

Do you really think everyone else has no brain?

"Then why?" Fan Dao's assistant muttered to himself.

No one could understand.

Seeing Ji Xiang stand steady, Fan Dao watched him stub out the cigarette, put it in the pack, wipe his face messily with his hand, and start taking out his phone to make a call.

"Follow him, and after things are over, go ask Doctor Ji Xiang."

"Okay." Fan Dao's assistant immediately had the camera crew continue finding angles to record every single frame.

Who knew which frame of footage might be useful.

Having waited two or three days, the camera crew's "fifty-meter broadsword" had long been hungry and impatient; at this moment, they exerted all their life's learning to capture the figures of Ji Xiang and the woman on camera without leaving any blind spots.

Soon, Li Zhuren from the Interventional Department hurried over; he exchanged a few words with the woman and then took her away.

Seeing that Ji Xiang was finally free, Fan Dao immediately walked over quickly.

"Doctor Ji Xiang!" Although Fan Dao intended to suppress his voice, it was still quite loud.

"Huh?" Ji Xiang put on the mask of a smile again, as if the person who had been crying like a dog with snot and tears just a moment ago wasn't him.

Fan Dao praised in his heart: Good actor, good acting!

"Doctor Ji Xiang, what did you just say to that person to be able to persuade her to come down?"

"Didn't say much, just chatted about daily life and smoked a cigarette. It was smoky and fiery, and my eyes couldn't take it. I really don't know what's so good about smoking, don't you agree?" Ji Xiang started spouting nonsense.

Fan Dao really wanted to tear Ji Xiang apart.

Having followed him for several days, Fan Dao had run into the emergency where Ji Xiang performed a "perfect" rescue, yet Ji Xiang had brushed him off and wouldn't say a single truthful word.

Damn it!

Scumbag!

Ptooey!

Fan Dao was cursing wildly in his heart, but his face wore a smile as he said gently, "Doctor Ji Xiang, you also know the Camera Crew has been following you these past few days, but..."

"That is a Patient." The smile on Ji Xiang's face remained unchanged as he waved goodbye, "I am going to the Outpatient Department; I have other things to do later."

Having said that, he headed straight toward Yang Zhuren, who was holding his White Uniform, without looking back.

Watching Ji Xiang leave and seeing him whispering with Yang Zhuren, Fan Dao truly regretted not installing a wire on Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang was definitely discussing what had just happened with Yang Zhuren.

To Ji Xiang, Yang Zhuren was a Doctor, a director, and one of his own! While he himself was an outsider, guarded against at every moment.

Fire was spitting from Fan Dao's eyes; if it were possible, Ji Xiang would have already been reduced to ashes.

"Director, I have an idea," Fan Dao's assistant leaned over and whispered.

"What idea?"

"I've been following a video channel that's about the NBA."

"Cut the crap, just say it!" Fan Dao was on the verge of losing it and couldn't stand hearing the backstory.

"Lip-reading!" Fan Dao's assistant said the core word without hesitation.

Fan Dao's eyes rolled around.

"Our cameraman recorded the whole process at the time; we can find someone proficient in lip-reading to translate it!"

Fan Dao turned around and raised his hand. Fan Dao's assistant was startled and jumped far away like a rabbit, "Director, if it doesn't work we can think of another way, please don't hit anyone."

"You kid really are a genius!" Fan Dao patted Xiao Zhu Li on the shoulder, "Find one, find the best lip-reading Expert!"

(End of this chapter)