Chapter 1541: Princess Syndrome

Chinese people all love to watch a spectacle, and Zhao Fusheng was no exception. So when there was a commotion near the emergency room, he instinctively looked over there.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng take a step as if to walk over, Old Zhao stopped him and said, "Don't meddle."

Giving his father a helpless look, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to nod: "Got it, I won't go over, okay?"

Old Zhao nodded with satisfaction: "Mm, you wait here. I'll go take a look."

Huh?

Was that even allowed?

Zhao Fusheng watched dumbfounded as his father ambled toward the emergency room, then shook his head helplessly.

In Zhao Fusheng's mind, he figured it was probably just someone arguing in the emergency room again.

He had seen this kind of thing many times.

In places like hospitals, many people see doctors as omnipotent gods, constantly pressuring them to prescribe miracle cures, as if the doctor would be unforgivably guilty if they didn't save someone.

But in reality, doctors are human too; all they can do is their best.

Unfortunately, quite a few people simply don't listen to the doctor's explanations; they only like to take what they believe as the truth.

"Have someone follow the old man, make sure he doesn't run into danger."

Zhao Fusheng said to Hu Donghai beside him.

Hu Donghai nodded, waved his hand, and soon someone was following Old Zhao, secretly protecting him.

After all, he was the boss's father; they dared not be negligent.

Although Zhao Fusheng didn't go over to watch the excitement, seeing the crowd growing, his intuition told him that this matter was most likely related to that big star from earlier.

He didn't know much about Zhou Bing; the two weren't familiar and had never met, but he had occasionally heard that she had a strong background.

But what exactly her background was, Zhao Fusheng didn't know.

This kind of thing wasn't something people flaunted, and in Zhao Fusheng's view, if she really had an extraordinary background, her family wouldn't allow her to become an entertainer.

Better than some, worse than others—that's all.

"Tell me, these celebrities, always wrapping themselves up so tightly, isn't that a bit of an overreaction?"

Standing in the hall watching the excitement, Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked Hu Donghai.

Hu Donghai shrugged: "I don't know, I just think it's unnecessary to be so dramatic. If you ask me, some people are just putting on airs."

Having followed Zhao Fusheng for so long, he had seen his share of celebrities, and this remark came from the heart.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and had to admit that Hu Donghai's words did make some sense.

For a long time, domestic celebrities have been criticized for being less dedicated than those from Hong Kong and Taiwan. The reason is simple.

Hong Kong and Taiwan have small territories, actors earn low incomes, and work hours are particularly long. On the mainland, actors and entertainers enjoy high status and income, giving little and receiving much.

Over time, this has led some celebrities to develop an illusion that they deserve this, that they are naturally above others.

The cost of making mistakes is low, and it can even help boost their fame, so naturally they aren't afraid of being exposed.

"Am I wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Hu Donghai asked.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Not wrong, you're absolutely right, hit the nail on the head, haha."

Hu Donghai smiled sheepishly at that.

"To be honest, those celebrities are too full of themselves. Few have the refinement of Miss Fan or Miss Yu." Hu Donghai said to Zhao Fusheng.

Having followed Zhao Fusheng for so long, he had seen the demeanor of many entertainers. In his view, few were as approachable as Yu Feihong and Fan Baobao; most liked to put on a distant, aloof attitude. Honestly, sometimes it was really annoying to watch.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said nothing more.

Just then, the noise from the emergency room grew louder. Before long, Zhou Bing stormed off angrily, followed by her assistant and bodyguards.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, a bit puzzled.

He saw his father walking over, shaking his head with a sigh.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Zhao Fusheng asked his father, confused.

Old Zhao shook his head: "Ah, I really didn't expect this."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Fusheng was even more confused. What was up with his father, getting all emotional from watching a spectacle?

"Do you know what happened?" Old Zhao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng thought to himself, you were there, and you're asking me what happened—isn't that a joke?

"At first, that girl surnamed Zhou went in, said her eyes were uncomfortable. The doctor took a quick look and gave her some eye drops. But she insisted the doctor do a thorough exam, asking this and that, until she pushed the doctor to his limit. He told her, 'I'm not a psychologist; I don't have time to consider your feelings.' Then she wouldn't have it, started throwing a tantrum right there, pointing at the doctor and cursing him..."

Old Zhao recounted the whole story, some from bystanders, some he witnessed himself later.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, thinking there really were such oddballs in the world.

"Wait, she just had an eye allergy. Why did she go to the emergency room?" Zhao Fusheng said, exasperated.

Since his mother used to be a nurse, Zhao Fusheng had been in and out of hospitals many times as a child and naturally knew that, generally speaking, eye allergies weren't something you went to the ER for.

The emergency department, as the name implies, is for acute and critical patients. For an eye issue like this, there was no need to go to the ER; just go straight to the ophthalmologist's office.

Besides, eye allergies are usually not a serious problem. Something that could be solved with eye drops or a simple ointment, and she made such a big deal out of it—what a character.

"Forget it, forget it."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand at Old Zhao: "It takes all sorts. There are plenty of people like that in the entertainment industry. Don't get angry over her; it's not worth it."

Old Zhao was over fifty; it really wasn't worth getting upset over this.

"Ah, what's wrong with people these days..." Old Zhao shook his head and said no more. Father and son were left speechless.

Just then, Hu Donghai's phone rang. He answered it, and his expression turned quite strange.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng noticed Hu Donghai's odd expression and asked casually.

"Uh, it's the driver. He said they got into an argument with a group of people who claim our convoy is blocking them."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng frowned. What was this all about?

What was going on today? Everything seemed to be going wrong.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng said to Hu Donghai, "Go check it out. If we're blocking their way, move aside for them. If not, ignore them."

"Okay, got it."

Hu Donghai nodded and walked out of the hospital.

A moment later, he returned to Zhao Fusheng's side with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Hu Donghai's expression, a bit baffled, and asked.

"Well, it's like this: the other side plans to hold a press conference at the hospital entrance and wants us to move the cars..." Hu Donghai said awkwardly. "It's that female star who caused a scene in the ER just now."

"Zhou Bing?"

Zhao Fusheng was instantly speechless.

Was this woman crazy?

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng said, "Ignore her. She's probably in the late stages of princess syndrome. We'll leave after Miss Fan finishes her checkup."

No matter who she was, to him, she was no different from a stranger.

Zhao Fusheng's principle was: don't offend unless offended. If Zhou Bing was foolish enough to cause him trouble, then don't blame him for being rude.

"Okay, Chairman, I understand." Hu Donghai nodded, took out his phone, and called his comrade downstairs to inform him.

Soon, Fan Baobao finished her checkup and came downstairs. Zhao Fusheng and the others accompanied her to the car and left the hospital.

As they passed the parking lot, he didn't see anyone there. Presumably, the big star Zhou had already left.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think much of it. After all, his mind was on the child in Fan Baobao's belly. As for other people's affairs, what did they have to do with him?

But unfortunately, sometimes trouble creeps up on you without notice, catching you off guard.