After Ji Qing left, there was a full three minutes of silence in the conference room before the silence was broken.

"I won't say any more. I am sure everybody has heard what President Ji said, and it is useless to say any more. What we need to do now is to make a good plan." The planning manager looked down at the crowd of unhappy people, and his face began to show that he, too, was unhappy that the plan they had worked so hard on for the past two nights had been completely negated, that their competence had been questioned.

In order to make this plan well, they had gone to the market, done research, and analyzed data. After two sleepless nights, they had come to a conclusion.

"I know everyone is tired, but for our own future, just bear with it! It's just an overtime." The planning manager encouraged.

"Cheer up, isn't it just an all-nighter? We've already endured two all-nighters, why would we be afraid of this one? In order to complete the mission more efficiently, we split up into groups and took turns to rest. Finally, we gathered together to summarize." One of the more influential people stood up and clapped to encourage everyone in the conference room.

Seeing that the situation was getting better, the planning manager patted his shoulder and looked at him gratefully.

Then the teams began, twelve of them, divided into three groups of four, one going through the files, finding flaws in the original plan, jotting down new ideas and memorials in a notebook, the other two taking note.

Even a normal person wouldn't be able to handle working overtime for two consecutive nights, not to mention that it was an extremely tiring job.

In the evening, they ordered takeout, ate some casually, and continued to work.

In the huge Ji's Group, all the employees had already gotten off work and returned home. Only the lights on the nineteenth floor were still on.

Ji Qing did not go home after work but went to the hospital instead.

Ever since Old Man Ji fainted from anger, he had been recuperating in the hospital. His body was not in a good condition to begin with, and with this anger, his condition seemed to have worsened.

During this time, the doctor had given them a notice that he was in critical condition. It was Ji Xiangyang who had begged for help. He had found a famous doctor from all over the capital and saved Master Ji's life.

Ji Qing pushed open the door to the ward, put the flowers she had bought on the cabinet beside the bed, then sat down and looked at the old man on the bed, who was living on oxygen. She reached out and held his skinny hand.

They were a family, and he was her grandfather, who had been strict with her since she was a child, and who had loved her dearly.

It seemed that she knew that Brother Shen was already married, so he locked her in his room for half a month.

However, she had never thought that he would lie on the bed with an oxygen mask on his nose, his eyes closed, and his whole body lifeless.

Ji Qing held the old man's hand and told him about her recent situation word by word.

She was doing well, she was fulfilling, only tired from time to time, but she was holding on, because she was still going to stand beside him and tell him that she was the right person for him.

No matter how many people opposed her, she would work hard towards him. He was the obsession and love of her life. She would not give up so easily.

In the van, Tang Wanwan, who had just finished dinner, was actively preparing for filming.

The scene that Tang Wanwan was about to film was full of difficulty and danger to her. It needed pressure.

Ms Ling advised her to use a substitute because she had just given birth to a child not long ago. She couldn't afford such intense torture, but Tang Wanwan refused. Using a substitute was far less practical than acting in person.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, Ms Ling began to worry. At the same time, she had no choice but to whisper in her ear that she shouldn't force herself. If she felt unwell, she must stop and use a substitute to film. This time, Tang Wanwan did not object and nodded in agreement.

Tang Wanwan was dressed in a long, black man's robe. Her sleeves were tightly tied up, and her hair was tied up in a crown. Her head was slightly lowered, and her long, ink-black hair hung down to her shoulders. She was surrounded by many staff members who fiddled with the safety ropes around her and listened to the movements of the master and professor.

After that, he followed the instructions of the motion instructor. Because she didn't have any pressure, many of the actions she did weren't on point and she often made mistakes. This scene had been filmed for more than three hours and it still wasn't done.

At 11: 30 in the morning, Tang Wanwan made countless mistakes and watched the demonstration of the movement instructor countless times. Finally, she barely managed to pass.

For the first time, Tang Wanwan's body could no longer withstand the pressure and the difficult movements she had to perform. She had to slash, stab, run at top speed, spin, and somersault in the air.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt weak. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Tang Wanwan's actions instantly frightened everyone.

Those who were closer to her quickly reacted and rushed over to help her up.

"How are you? Are you alright?" the staff member who was supporting her asked anxiously.

"I... I'm fine. It's just that I don't have much strength left. I'll be fine after resting for a while." Tang Wanwan was helped to her feet. Her entire body was limp. She turned around and smiled at them as she spoke.

When Ms Ling and Meng saw this, they anxiously pushed through the crowd and supported her from both sides. Other staff members quickly untied the safety ropes on her body.

Tang Wanwan relied on their strength to walk slowly. She had no strength left in her. Her body was sore and sore. She hung in the air all the time, and her feet were weak.

At this moment, Tang Wanwan was like a boneless mollusk. She could only push forward step by step with the help of other forces.

Without greeting anyone, Ms Ling and Meng returned to the hotel with Tang Wanwan.

In the hotel room, Tang Wanwan was lying on the bed, dressed in an ancient costume. Her eyelids were slightly closed, and she looked exhausted as she waited for someone to take care of her.

"Ms Ling, Meng, I can't move anymore. Can you please serve me?" Her voice was soft and weak.

"I already told you to use a substitute, but you didn't listen. Now do you know how powerful it is?" Ms Ling came over with makeup remover and cotton, and said coldly.

"I'm doing this for the quality of the movie! It's not as good as the ones I made myself." Tang Wanwan turned her head to Ms Ling and said.

"All right, what you say makes sense. Hurry up and lie down. I'll help you remove your makeup." Ms Ling glared at her, wetting her makeup as she spoke.

Tang Wanwan chuckled at her. With Meng's help, she turned her body over and laid on her back.

Ms Ling carefully and patiently helped her remove her makeup. Tang Wanwan closed her eyes and her breathing gradually calmed down.

After removing her makeup, Ms Ling took the wet towel from Meng's hands and wiped her face. Then she looked at Tang Wanwan, who was fast asleep, and sighed heavily.

"Ms Ling, is Wanwan going to sleep in this outfit?" Meng asked in a low voice from the side.

"Give her a change of clothes. Be gentle. Don't wake her up," Ms Ling said after looking at her for a while.

How could she sleep in a long-sleeved shirt? Even if she slept in it, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep well in the middle of the night.

"Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door. Meng and Ms Ling looked at each other and went to open the door.

"I bought the medicine." The door opened a little and Yang Fann handed the medicine he bought to Meng.

"Okay." Meng took it and closed the door.

"Ms Ling, the medicine is here."