Song Wenbin sits in the slum of Kowloon Village.
Although it is a slum, Chapo is the best among them. His house has a sofa, electrical appliances, and a water dispenser. All equipment is available, but there is no network or equipment to contact the outside world.
Several boys from the transfer bureau stood at the door, responsible for meeting all Song Wenbin's needs while also preventing him from leaving within 50 meters of everyone's sight.
Not only that, on the outskirts of his house arrest, this Kowloon village, which was once as scattered as a grain of sand, quickly became organized in just a few days.
Young people from various areas of Seoul gathered here, surrounding Song Wenbin's residence in circles. Even the old men and women on the outermost perimeter were always watching with vigilant eyes anyone who entered Kowloon hastily. village people.
Some people turned into eyes, some people turned into mouths, and some people turned into arms and thighs.
A completely invisible illusory baby god descended quietly on the land on the outskirts of Seoul and lay dormant quietly.
Song Wenbin, who was at the center, couldn't help but start to feel scared. He came to Seoul to make money by filming a program, not really to preach or do anything else. From the beginning to the end, he believed that what he was doing was just selling a placebo to comfort the desperate and painful Seoulites. There is no difference from those people who sell success on the Internet, except that one target user is an anxious young person and the other is an anxious old person.
However, he underestimated Pu Yantong's ambition.
It also underestimated the suffering of Seoul people.
He never expected that here, no matter men, women, old or young, they would actually accept this set of things that he himself found outrageous and funny.
He had a premonition that continuing like this was not an option. If he continued like this, if he returned to China, he would be waiting for him no longer in an isolation hotel, but in the cold shackles of a prison.
But at this moment, how can one escape?
Song Wenbin sat on the ground, looking at his mobile phone that had no signal, and a slight possibility entered his mind.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Song Wenbin suddenly tossed and turned on the bed and screamed. The younger brother who had been waiting outside the door heard Song Wenbin's voice and rushed into the house.
Song Wenbin rolled around on the bed, kicking and twisting his legs, scratching his heart and liver with his hands and making a cry of pain. The younger brother started massaging Song Wenbin's body, asking for help.
However, due to the language barrier, Song Wenbin did not communicate with them and just cried out in pain.
When the younger brother saw this, he was so frightened that he quickly went to find Pu Yantong.
Pu Yantong rushed to Song Wenbin's room as soon as he received the message. Seeing Pu Yan passing by, Song Wenbin kicked his legs harder.
Seeing Song Wenbin's painful look, Pu Yantong rushed to Song Wenbin and asked loudly: "Brother! Brother, what's wrong with you!?"
"Hey, my stomach hurts... My stomach hurts..." Song Wenbin struggled and said, "My stomach hurts..."
Pu Yantong looked at Song Wenbin who was struggling crazily, his face turned pale, he looked at the younger brothers around him at a loss, and asked sternly: "What did you give to the elder brother?
? "
"Mc...McDonald's..." the younger brother said cautiously.
Pu Yantong glanced at the box of Family Bucket on the table and became furious. He immediately raised his hand and wanted to hit someone again: "Siba! Didn't you try it yourself!?"
But Song Wenbin grabbed him and said: "No! Don't anger them! No... it's not poisoning... I... I seem... I seem to have appendicitis..."
Song Wenbin said tremblingly, as if he was suffering from great pain.
"Appendicitis!?" Pu Yantong was horrified.
"It's...it's the appendix..." Song Wenbin gasped, "Go...send me to the hospital quickly...I'm in so much pain..."
Although he was under house arrest, Song Wenbin was still the absolute core of the transfer bureau. Seeing that he was in such pain, Pu Yantong and his group did not dare to neglect at all, and drove Song Wenbin quickly to a general hospital in Seoul.
After being sent to the hospital, Pu Yantong helped Song Wenbin register, and then accompanied Song Wenbin to see a doctor.
Song Wenbin didn't know where the appendix was, so he pointed at a random place on his stomach and insisted that he had appendicitis.
The doctor didn't dare to treat him randomly, so he asked Song Wenbin to have a CT scan.
When they arrived at the door of the CT examination room, Pu Yantong, who had been accompanying Song Wenbin, was stopped outside the examination room and was not allowed to enter. He handed Song Wenbin to the nurse in the CT room with a worried look on his face.
However, as soon as the door of the CT room was closed, the pained disguise on Song Wenbin's face immediately disappeared. He couldn't help but grab the hand of the little nurse who was doing CT for him, and said in her ear: "wifi, wifi password!"
The little nurse was so frightened by his appearance that she thought some psychiatric patient was coming, so she backed away.
But Song Wenbin knew that he only had this chance, so he grabbed her hand and refused to let her go, and said anxiously: "Wifi! What's the Wifi password?"
When other nurses in the hospital saw that Song Wenbin came to CT instead of doing color ultrasound and instead grabbed the nurse, they couldn't help but quickly gathered around him from behind, chattering non-stop.
Song Wenbin saw that they couldn't understand Chinese, so he had to change to English: "ord!"
While he was talking, he opened his phone to the password input interface and showed it to the little nurse.
Finally, the country's nine-year compulsory education played a key role, and Song Wenbin's poor English vocabulary saved him at this moment. The little nurse who was pulled finally understood what he was expressing and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was strange to be asked for the wifi password in the CT room, it was not a big request. She helped input the number.
Soon, Song Wenbin connected to wifi and entered the vast free world.
In the moment of freedom, Song Wenbin logged into WeChat. He found Huo Yu's profile picture without even thinking, and then sent a message.
"Huo Yu, save me!
! "
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….
"Iron wall!
"
“Master of the King!
"
“Go forward with courage!
"
"Unstoppable!
"
"Iron wall!
"
“Master of the King!
"
“Go forward with courage!
"
"Unstoppable!
"
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In the afternoon, Huo Yu led a team of security personnel to patrol outside the industrial park as usual. The team members walked in goose steps and shouted slogans, showing high morale.
While shouting slogans, Huo Yu suddenly felt a shock in his pocket.
I took out my phone and glanced at it. It was Song Wenbin who sent the message.
The sun was really out in the west, and that guy actually sent her a message when the challenge was about to end. Regardless of being at work, Huo Yu opened WeChat and saw that Song Wenbin, who had actively sent her a message for the first time in his life, actually sent a message from Huo Yu, save me, with an exclamation mark.
She was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook her head. He put his phone back in his pocket and shouted loudly: "Our purpose is!
"
"Safety!"
"Safety!"
"Safety!"
Everyone replied to her in unison.
…
The patrol continues.
As for why Song Wenbin sent him a message, Huo Yu didn't want to worry about it. More than half a month ago, she personally sent a message asking Song Wenbin what he was doing recently. I asked twice in a row, but neither time did I get a reply from Song Wenbin.
How could she have any reason to reply to Song Wenbin now?
Besides, she didn't believe there was any danger in an East Asian society like Seoul.
Now that the challenge is about to end, she will soon receive 3.3 million won. If nothing happens, this challenge will end with her final victory without any suspense.
She could hardly imagine how Su Tina, who had no work experience, and Song Wenbin, who had no education, would defeat her, unless it was some evil way. She felt that Song Wenbin must have thought of something else, otherwise he would not have sent her such an inexplicable message.
And this was undoubtedly the last resort of that guy's desperate attempt. After all, in the previous two contests, they had done harm to each other.
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Time passed minute by minute in the CT room, but Huo Yu did not reply. This distress signal that was finally sent out came to nothing. Cold sweat broke out on Song Wenbin's forehead, and he realized that something was not right.
Just above the message he sent to Huo Yu, there were two inquiries from Huo Yu shortly after the challenge started a month ago. One asked him what he was doing, and the other asked him why he didn't reply.
But at that time, he had just lost his job and was sleeping in the park and did not reply to Huo Yu. Now he is about to suffer retribution.
It's over.
Song Wenbin thought to himself, it's completely over.
With Huo Yu's character, he probably won't pay attention to him anymore.
Outside the door, Pu Yantong, who had not seen Song Wenbin leaving the CT room for a long time, became anxious. He ignored the ban and knocked hard on the iron door of the CT room.
"Brother! How are you doing, brother!?"
There is not much time left for Song Wenbin.
Hearing the knocking from outside the door, Song Wenbin lay down with a pale face.
Soon, the CT scan was over. Song Wenbin took the photo and left the CT room with a pale face. At this moment, he was even more like a patient than before.
When Pu Yantong and others saw the eldest brother holding the CT sheet with a pale face, they were all too frightened to speak.
But Song Wenbin didn't look pale just because of the photo. He was very healthy, and couldn't be healthier.
He is worried about his future. Once the doctor reads the photo sheets, he will be exposed that he is not sick and is pretending to be sick. At that time, what awaits him will be a more severe house arrest, and it will be even more difficult to find a chance to leave.
If he cannot get rid of Park Eon-tong, these uncontrolled guys will sooner or later destroy his hard-earned career, and even his life, leaving him to stay in Seoul forever as a shoe coach.
At this moment, Song Wenbin felt confused and scared.
He just wanted time to stop at this moment.
However, reality does not stop flowing because of Song Wenbin's inner activities.
Pu Yantong took the photo sheet and took Song Wenbin to the consultation room quickly, hoping that the doctor would confirm his elder brother's physical condition.
Song Wenbin's face was pale, and he sat motionless on the chair as if his soul was out of body. Desperately waiting for the doctor's verdict, as long as the doctor tells the truth, the deceived Pu Yantong will undoubtedly put him under stricter surveillance.
"Your appendix is a bit serious," the doctor said.
The doctor's substandard Chinese language brought Song Wenbin's soul back from the clouds, and he stared at the doctor blankly.
"Look, this place is a bit inflamed. If not treated, it can easily become infected and cause serious consequences." The doctor pointed at an unfounded bulge with a CT sheet and said worriedly.
Song Wenbin looked at him blankly.
Speechless and choked.
Pu Yantong was shocked and asked: "What should we do? Doctor!"
"Ahem." The doctor said slowly: "The appendix is indeed a useless organ, but the inflammation and pain are indeed fatal, so our suggestion here is to perform a minor operation and remove the appendix. , this can prevent the spread of inflammation, what do you think?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Song Wenbin covered his face and cried.
The feeling of being saved from a desperate situation is no different than this.
There is no doubt that this is a professional private hospital physician.
All private hospital doctors who put profits first.
However, at this moment, this damn quack doctor stood in front of Song Wenbin like Hua Tuo was reincarnated.
He finally realized the usefulness of the appendix. This organ, which is said to be the most useless in the human body, actually stood up when he was in the most danger.
As long as he stayed in the hospital long enough, he would have enough wifi and enough time to explain everything to Huo Yu and seek help from the program team.
"Cut! Must cut!"
Song Wenbin said firmly.
