Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

The wailing of ambulances tore through the film studio.

Chen Meng sat in the passenger seat and quickly reported via an encrypted communicator.

"The target has been evacuated. Advisor Jiang has open wounds in both arms, a suspected fracture in his knee, and internal concussion injuries. The other party has been confirmed as a Grandmaster-level martial artist in the organization."

Bai Yongxu's voice, suppressing his anger, came from the other end of the communicator.

"The hospital is ready. Proceed directly through the special passage. General Zhao has already ordered the surrounding area to be sealed off; not even a fly is allowed to get in!"

"Instructor Yang Zhan has also brought quite a few martial artists to keep watch around the area, so you can go without worry!"

"clear."

Jiang Nian opened her eyes: "The film crew..."

"Director Zhang is handling it."

Su Qing quickly said, "The scene has been cordoned off. We'll tell the media that it was an accident during filming, a prop malfunction that caused your injury. Wu Ming will control the media coverage."

“Shen Qianshan,” Jiang Nian murmured, “He said the lord is waiting for me.”

The carriage suddenly fell silent.

Chen Meng turned his head, his eyes sharp.

"What else did he say?"

"He said I had secrets they didn't know about."

Su Qing gripped the communicator tightly: "Old Qin's team is already on standby at the hospital; they will conduct a comprehensive examination."

The ambulance drove into the military general hospital.

When the car door opened, Mr. Qin and his medical team were already waiting at the entrance.

When the old man saw the injuries on Jiang Nian's arms, his face instantly turned ashen.

"Quick! Prepare a full-body scan and emergency wound cleaning!"

The stretcher was quickly pushed into the elevator.

Old Qin leaned close to Jiang Nian's ear and whispered, "You used the power of the mark?"

"I don't know," Jiang Nian answered truthfully. "At the time, I was just thinking about throwing a punch, and then they just gushed out on their own."

Old Qin's expression was complicated: "Treat the injuries first. Don't say anything until the scan results are in."

The surgery lasted two hours.

"The labeling activity level is extremely low, almost undetectable."

Old Qin stared at the monitoring screen, his brow furrowed. "It's 70 percent lower than the baseline value before training. This is not normal."

"Overexertion?" the assistant next to him asked.

"Possibly." Old Qin quickly recorded the data.

He looked at Jiang Nian: "Can you feel those marks now?"

Jiang Nian closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then shook his head: "It's like it doesn't exist anymore."

"Good thing or bad thing?"

Bai Yongxu's voice came through the speakers on the operating room wall. He was clearly watching everything from the monitoring room.

"It is not possible to determine at this time."

Qin Lao frankly admitted, "Low activity means it won't be detected in the short term, but it also means that if the organization attacks again, Jiang Nian may not be able to repeat the attack we just had."

The surgery ended at 9 p.m.

Jiang Nian was moved into a special intensive care unit. The room was made of special glass on all four sides, connecting to the monitoring center and medical station outside, and was staffed 24 hours a day.

His arms were wrapped in thick bandages and secured to his chest.

My right knee is in a brace, so I can only lie flat.

Su Qing stood by the bedside, her eyes red: "Teacher Jiang, are you hungry? Old Qin said you can have liquid food now."

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Nian looked at the ceiling. "How's Director Zhang doing?"

"Filming was suspended. Director Zhang came to the hospital in person, but was stopped by security at the door."

Su Qing said softly, "He left a message telling you to rest and recover, and that the crew will be waiting for you."

"Lin Wan and Chen Xiao also came, bringing a lot of flowers and fruit, but I declined their visits on the grounds that you need to rest."

"Online?"

"It's trending on social media."

Su Qing brought up her tablet. "Jiang Nian's accidental injury during filming has become the top priority. The production team has issued an official statement saying that the safety accident was caused by a mistake by the props department, and your condition is currently stable."

She paused for a moment: "But some marketing accounts are stirring up trouble, saying that there are other hidden reasons for your injury, and some people even speculate that it is a feud within the industry."

"Don't worry about it." Jiang Nian closed his eyes. "Just let Wu Ming handle it."

The ward door slid open, and Bai Yongxu and General Zhao walked in.

Both of them had very serious expressions.

"how do you feel?"

Bai Yongxu sat down by the bed.

"He won't die." Jiang Nian opened his eyes. "Where's Shen Qianshan?"

“He’s escaped,” General Zhao said in a deep voice. “Our men searched the area around the film studio three times, but found no trace of him. It’s like he’s vanished into thin air.”

"But don't worry, we've already asked Yang Zhan to help, and his sect also has many experts!"

"It's very difficult to stop a mid-stage Grandmaster from escaping."

Jiang Nian said calmly.

"But he was also injured."

Bai Yongxu stared at Jiang Nian, "Your punch hit him squarely. Our medical team analyzed the blood sample he left on the rooftop, and it showed internal bleeding and at least three broken ribs."

Jiang Nian was somewhat surprised: "I thought he only had minor injuries."

"You underestimated the power of your punch."

Old Qin's voice came from the doorway.

An elderly man pushed his wheelchair in, holding a freshly printed report in his hand.

"We conducted a comparative analysis of your blood and the blood left by Shen Qianshan," Old Qin handed the report to Bai Yongxu. "We found some puzzling things."

"Speak." Bai Yongxu quickly scanned the report.

“A gene fragment homologous to the marker in your body was detected in Shen Qianshan’s blood, but the expression level was extremely low, only about one-thousandth of yours.”

The ward was completely silent.

Jiang Nian slowly spoke: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that Shen Qianshan is different from you. He is purely strong. Your mark of origin may not be necessary for the organization, or it may have other uses."

Old Qin pushed up his glasses.

The only sound in the ward was the regular beeping of the medical equipment.

After a long pause, Bai Yongxu finally spoke: "So there may be a hierarchy within the organization. Only ordinary martial artists need this kind of gene to improve their strength."

“As for people like Shen Qianshan, they don’t need it at all, and are even stronger to begin with,” General Zhao added.

Old Qin slapped the armrest of his wheelchair excitedly: "That makes sense!"

Bai Yongxu stood up and paced around the ward: "If this conjecture is true, then the organization may not be monolithic. There may be conflicts between those who are marked but suppressed, ordinary people who are not marked, and the master who controls everything."

"What Shen Qianshan said before he left is also worth pondering."

Jiang Nian recalled, "He said you had secrets we didn't know about. Who are these 'we'?"

No one can answer.

"The most urgent task is to ensure Jiang Nian's recovery and safety."

General Zhao broke the silence, "Although Shen Qianshan was wounded and retreated, the organization certainly won't give up. Next time, there might be more than one Grandmaster." "Strengthen defenses."

Bai Yongxu ordered, "Add two more sentries around the hospital. All personnel entering and leaving must undergo triple checks. Once Jiang Nian's condition stabilizes, transfer him back to base immediately."

"What about the film crew?" Su Qing asked.

"Let it go first."

Bai Yongxu looked at Jiang Nian and said, "You can't film in your current state."

"No." Jiang Nian shook his head. "The filming must continue."

"Are you crazy?" General Zhao frowned. "Both arms have tendons stitched up, and the kneecap is fractured. It will take at least a month to fully recover!"

"Then let's shoot dialogue scenes, scenes where the characters are sitting down."

Jiang Nian said calmly, "The sooner I return to the public eye, the more difficult it will be for the organization to take action in broad daylight. Shen Qianshan dared to barge into the film set this time because he knew I was filming during that period and the surrounding area was cleared."

"If I participate in the filming normally, with a crew of over a hundred people, they will actually be hesitant to act."

Bai Yongxu stared at him for a few seconds: "You think you can use public opinion as a shield?"

"It's a shield."

Jiang Nian said, "Moreover, Director Zhang's film cannot be suspended indefinitely; it represents the hard work of so many people. I will rest for three days and then resume work."

"Your body—"

"I am a Grandmaster."

Jiang Nian interrupted Old Qin, "His recovery speed is faster than normal. Three days is enough for the wound to begin to heal."

Old Qin wanted to say something more, but Bai Yongxu raised his hand to stop him.

“Alright,” Bai Yongxu said in a deep voice, “Three days. But you must rest absolutely during these three days and cooperate with all of Elder Qin’s examinations. If your physical condition does not meet the standards after three days, then nothing else matters.”

"make a deal."

……

For the next three days, Jiang Nian lived a life that was almost like imprisonment.

The wards became temporary laboratories and monitoring centers.

Qin's team collected blood samples every four hours to monitor the recovery of marker activity. The medical team changed the dressings twice a day and checked the progress of wound healing.

The good news is that the physical abilities of a master are indeed far beyond those of an ordinary person.

When the bandages were removed on the morning of the third day, a thin scab had formed on the wounds on both arms, and pink new granulation tissue was growing around the sutures.

The swelling in my knee has subsided considerably. Although I still can't put weight on it, I can at least move it slightly.

"The healing speed is 40 percent faster than expected."

The attending physician stared at the test report in disbelief. "His cell division index is three times that of a normal person. Is this the regenerative power of a Grandmaster?"

“Not only that.” Old Qin stared at the data curve marking activity. “Look here, the activity level is slowly recovering. Although it hasn’t reached the baseline before the injury, the trend is upward. And…”

He zoomed in on a waveform: "A new frequency fluctuation appeared, very weak, but stable. It's like a system self-check after a reboot."

Jiang Nian tried to move her fingers; the wound stung, but it was bearable.

"Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"Observe for another 24 hours."

Mr. Qin insisted, "I need to confirm that the new fluctuations will not put a burden on my body."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the ward door.

Su Qing opened the door, and standing outside were Director Zhang Yi in a wheelchair and Lin Wan holding a large bouquet of lilies.

"Director Zhang? Miss Lin?" Su Qing was somewhat surprised.

"We heard that Teacher Jiang is feeling better today, so we came to see her."

Lin Wan spoke softly, her gaze fixed on the ward with concern.

When Zhang Yi pushed the wheelchair in, the director's eyes immediately reddened when he saw Jiang Nian's arm wrapped in gauze and her leg fixed in a brace.

“Jiang Nian, you…” His voice choked up, “It’s all my fault. I should have arranged for more security personnel that day.”

"Director, it was an accident, no one is to blame."

Jiang Nian smiled, "Look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"What's so good about it!" Zhang Yi wiped his eyes. "The doctor said your injury won't heal completely in at least two months! We're not in a rush to film the movie; you should rest first. The crew can afford to wait!"

"No need."

Jiang Nian gestured to Su Qing to help her sit up a bit. "The doctor said the recovery is going very well, and we can start filming dialogue scenes in three days. Let's postpone the scenes that require walking and film the dialogue scenes in the office and ward first, so as not to delay the schedule."

"Why are you so stubborn, child!" Zhang Yi was both anxious and distressed.

Lin Wan placed the flowers in the vase by the bedside and said softly, "Teacher Jiang, everyone is very worried about you. Chen Xiao hasn't been able to concentrate on filming these past few days, and he keeps saying he wished he had been on the rooftop back then."

"Please thank everyone for me."

Jiang Nian looked at Lin Wan and said, "Don't overwork yourself. I heard from Su Qing that your schedule is packed these days."

"I'm fine." Lin Wan shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Teacher Jiang, was it really a prop accident that day?"

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Yi also looked at Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian's expression remained unchanged: "Otherwise what? Director, weren't you there on set at the time?"

“I was behind the monitor, and by the time I heard the noise and rushed over, you were already…” Zhang Yi frowned, “but I still felt like something was off.”

"I never saw any of those props team members again. The assistant director said they resigned that very day, which is too much of a coincidence."

"Maybe they're afraid of taking responsibility."

Jiang Nian said calmly, "After all, such a big accident has happened."

Before Lin Wan could say anything more, Su Qing interjected, "Director Zhang, Ms. Lin, Teacher Jiang needs to rest. The doctor instructed that visiting time should not exceed twenty minutes."

After seeing the two off, Su Qing closed the door and whispered, "Director Zhang is suspicious."

"normal."

Jiang Nian looked at the ceiling. "The scene was too chaotic that day, but with Director Zhang's sharp eyes, he could definitely tell that it wasn't an ordinary accident. However, he couldn't find anything; the base had already wiped away all traces."

"The organization's side." Su Qing hesitated before speaking.

"They are waiting."

Jiang Nian closed his eyes. "Wait until I'm alone, or until I'm healed. Shen Qianshan is seriously injured, and the organization probably won't send anyone of the same rank again in the short term. But next time, it might be more covert and more deadly."

"According to the plan, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and return to the film crew the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Nian interrupted her, "What's coming will come eventually. On set, in front of the camera, at least they won't dare to do it openly."

……

On the morning of the fourth day, Jiang Nian was discharged from the hospital.

The news was kept strictly confidential. The convoy drove directly out of the hospital's underground passage and circled half the city before returning to the film studio hotel.

Wu Ming had been waiting in the room for a while, and when he saw Jiang Nian looking like this, his manager's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"My brother Jiang! You...you..."

He circled Jiang Nian twice, wanting to touch her but not daring to. "Does it still hurt? What did the doctor say? Can you really film? Or should we rest a bit more? I can afford the penalty for breach of contract!"

"It's really nothing," Jiang Nian said helplessly. "Has the production crew made any arrangements?"

"It's all arranged!"

Wu Ming quickly reported, "Director Zhang has adjusted all the scenes for the next week, making them all seated dialogue scenes. Most of your shots are close-ups of your upper body, with a body double used for your lower body."

He lowered his voice: "I've also taken care of the media. Tomorrow when you resume work, several media outlets with which we have good relationships will come to visit the set and take some positive reports about you working despite your injury, so we can get you trending on social media."

"Thanks a lot."

"Of course, of course!" Wu Ming rubbed his hands together. "Brother Jiang, there's something I'm not sure if I should ask." (End of Chapter)