Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 92 Plans Can't Keep Up with Changes (Please Read On)

Bibo! Bibo! Bibo!

The ambulance sped along the bumpy cement road in the factory area, its blue lights flashing wildly on the roof.

Several site workers who were unloading goods hurriedly pulled the carts to the side of the road. Before the ambulance had even come to a complete stop, the back door was pushed open from the inside.

Two paramedics in dark green emergency medical uniforms jumped out of the vehicle.

The middle-aged man leading the group, carrying a first-aid kit, strode inside, shouting as he went, "Where is he?!"

"Over here! Over here!"

An assistant quickly raised his hand to signal and led the medical staff deeper into the photography studio.

The photography studio was in complete chaos.

The lighting equipment that had been set up was now crooked and overturned, and the connecting cables were trampled and tangled.

Zhang Guoli stood in the middle of the crowd, one hand on his forehead, his face ashen.

He'd been in the industry for so many years, and he'd seen fights on set, actors go on strike, investors withdraw their funding... but a ghost story on a film set was a first for him.

on the ground.

Li Chengru lay on his back, his left side of his face flushed red, with tissue fluid seeping from his skin and blisters forming in several places.

Zhang Mo, standing to the side, was in no better shape.

He slumped down next to Li Chengru, a gash on his forehead, blood streaming down his brow bone, staining half his face.

Both of them were unconscious and panting heavily, which made it impossible for anyone around them to move them.

Zhang Guoli looked down at his son, his lips pressed tightly together, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

The film crew had just started shooting when two of the lead actors were seriously injured, one of whom was disfigured.

How can we film this movie?

Set design costs, prop costs, labor costs, venue rental fees... one number after another flooded into Zhang Guoli's mind, making his head spin and his vision blur.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

The lead paramedic pushed through the crowd, squatted down, first checked Li Chengru's eyelids, then felt Zhang Mo's pulse on the side of his neck.

His brows furrowed, and he looked up at the onlookers: "How did you get hurt?"

Zhang Guoli opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

The others were also just looking at each other.

Finally, Deng Jie spoke up.

She clutched her lower back, got up from the chair next to her, and said in a weak voice, "We got scalded by water and bumped into each other, so we both hit our heads."

"How unlucky..." the paramedic muttered to himself, but simply nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

He waved to his assistant behind him: "Stretcher!"

Two young men immediately stepped forward.

Watching the group busily working, Deng Jie couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Will everything be alright?"

The paramedics, of course, couldn't give a definitive answer: "If you don't have any other chronic illnesses, it shouldn't be a big problem. However, we'll need to go to the hospital for a checkup to determine the specifics."

Deng Jie wanted to ask more, but Zhang Guoli grabbed her arm and shook his head slightly.

Bibo! Bibo!

The ambulance drove away from the Beijing Film Studio.

The set fell silent for a moment; no one knew what to say or do.

Finally, Zhang Guoli, forcing himself to remain exhausted, said, "That's enough for today. Everyone, you can all go home. I'll let you know tomorrow about the details."

He didn't say anything like the nonsense about not letting the news out.

The Beijing Film Studio has more than just their production crew. They didn't try to cover up when the ambulance arrived, so there's no way the news could have been kept secret.

On the periphery of the crowd.

Lin An watched the ambulance leave and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

Standing nearby, Gao Yuanyuan asked with mixed feelings, "They should be alright, right?"

Thinking of Doraemon's arm strength in easily lifting a sofa, Lin An couldn't offer any guarantees and could only say, "Since the paramedics didn't attempt resuscitation, it means the problem isn't serious."

Hmm, it shouldn't be too big.

Gao Yuanyuan nodded, then asked, "Did you find Doraemon?"

Lin An's lips twitched slightly as he said, "No need to look anymore. He just texted me, he's in a bad mood, and he went home early."

Gao Yuanyuan didn't suspect anything and said, "It's still early, how about we go get something to eat together?"

"What are you eating for? Your mother is seriously ill and bedridden. Shouldn't you go back and see her?" Lin An muttered to himself, but remained outwardly calm: "Another day. I need to open a bank account and go home to get some things."

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes dimmed, and she did not persist.

After watching her leave, Lin An found He Bing and bid her farewell.

"I wanted to chat a bit more, but I didn't expect..." He Bing said with a bitter expression.

Lin An also felt regret.

He also wanted to have a good chat with these veteran actors, but the current situation was clearly not suitable: "I should be able to return to Beijing by the end of March."

The storyboard for "iPartment" had already been drawn up. Shanghai Electric Power Company attached great importance to this project, so there was no need to keep a close eye on it during post-production.

The situation with "Kung Fu Panda" is a bit more complicated, as many details need to be finalized by him, the art director and project planner.

However, it's not impossible to solve this remotely; you can simply send the finished drawing over.

He Bing also considered his own time and felt there was no problem.

"Okay, let's get together again then."

He took out his phone, exchanged phone numbers with Lin An, and turned to leave.

Their figures gradually receded into the distance, soon disappearing into the twilight outside the photography studio.

Lin An stood there, watching him leave.

Once he was completely alone, he took out his phone and dialed a number: "Did you catch up?"

Two hours later.

HD area, the residential area for families of a certain aerospace research institute.

The old-style slab building, five or six stories high, has its exterior painted with gray-white paint.

Following Doraemon's instructions, Lin An arrived at a shabby alley.

In the corner, Doraemon was squatting on the ground, idly drawing dorayaki with a stick dipped in water.

"Your drawing isn't as good as mine..." Lin An commented to himself, then said softly, "Did you find the place?"

"Ugh!"

Startled by the sudden sound, Doraemon shrugged, nearly dropping the branch in his hand.

He whirled around, and upon recognizing Lin An, his expression shifted from fear to anger: "Next time, could you at least give me a heads-up before you get close?!"

Lin An offered a perfunctory self-criticism, then repeated the question he had just asked.

Doraemon snorted and pointed with the twig at the building in front: "Fifth floor, 506. Besides Gao Yuanyuan and her mother, there is also a caregiver."

So many people... Lin An frowned slightly, feeling that things were getting a bit complicated.

"How about we come another day?" Doraemon noticed his hesitation and suggested in a low voice.

Lin An looked up at the window on the fifth floor that was lit up, and pursed his lips.

Come here.

It would be too much trouble to just head back home like this.

"You must be Lin An?"

A voice came from ahead.

Lin An looked up abruptly and saw a young man wearing a dark gray trench coat and black-rimmed glasses walking from the other side of the alley.

Lin An quickly searched his memory, confirming he hadn't seen the person before, and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man had already approached, his gaze lingering on his face for two seconds before his expression became complicated: "I am Yuanyuan's brother, Gao Yong."

Lin An's cheek twitched slightly, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Gao Yong didn't notice his strange behavior. He turned his fingers outward and pointed to the gray-white slab building behind him: "You're here to see Yuanyuan, right? Don't call her anymore, I'll take you up directly."

Click!

Lin An heard the sound of his Dao Heart shattering.