What should I do if I lose my memory after transmigrating into a book?

Chapter 47 Azure Phoenix

"Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly? Or did the butterfly dream he was Zhuang Zhou? It seems to me, yet it is not me; it is, yet it is not."

—Zhuangzi, "On the Equality of Things"

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In his hazy, dreamlike state, he was in the cold storage, in the jungle, in the warehouse... and yet none of them were him.

A muffled sound lingered in my ears.

"The patient's heart rate has slowed and breathing has stopped!"

"Quickly, clear the area, start CPR immediately."

"Intravenous injection of adrenaline and atropine!"

Jiang Ci woke up.

The man opened his dark, deep eyes and stared indifferently at the glass door, his fingers slightly curled.

A barely perceptible look of surprise crossed his eyes. Where was he now?

The doctor next to him was still injecting medication into the IV drip and didn't realize that he had already woken up.

"Jiang..." Jiang Ci gritted his teeth and tried to speak, but could only utter one word before running out of strength.

After administering the medication, the doctor habitually turned around to look.

The heart monitor was beeping.

"Mr. Jiang is awake?! Please don't move yet. Your bodily functions haven't fully recovered. Lie down and take deep breaths to calm yourself down."

The doctor quickly pressed him down. After all, he was the big boss of the hospital, and he trembled a little under the cold gaze of the doctor.

Shortly after, the door opened.

Jiang Li, who was standing guard at the door, immediately went to greet him, her bright and beautiful face trying her best to remain calm. "Doctor, my brother..."

Zhou Li, carrying a black trench coat, followed closely behind her, his gaze also fixed on the doctor.

"President Jiang has woken up, but it's not a good time to visit him now. His condition is very unstable, his heart rate is too high, and he shouldn't see anyone."

The doctor frowned in confusion; besides the superficial injuries, Mr. Jiang's internal organs showed signs of damage.

He suddenly suffered cardiac arrest last night and hasn't recovered yet. But strangely enough, when Dean Yan examined him late last night, he was completely fine again.

Dean Yan even wondered if he had misread the film because of his failing eyesight in the middle of the night.

Jiang Li stepped forward. "Is he out of danger now?"

The doctor said, "You could say that. Once your heart rate returns to normal, you can be transferred to a regular ward."

Jiang Li thanked him, turned around and sat down, looking at the heavy blue door, and gently exhaled.

"Sister Li, let me go downstairs and buy you some food! You've been throwing up all morning, and your stomach is empty now, so you should eat something."

Jiang Li looked up at him. Her younger brother had made some good friends. He rushed over as soon as he heard that Jiang Ci was in trouble, and he even noticed that she was not feeling well.

She waved her hand dismissively, "Thanks, but you don't need to go. My bodyguard is still waiting downstairs. Just send a message."

Zhou Li nodded gently, handing over the woman's carelessly tossed bag, his eyes brooking no argument.

Jiang Li reluctantly accepted the phone under his gaze, took out her phone, and started typing rapidly.

Zhou Li politely walked to the side and stood quietly.

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Hello, Teacher Shen!

Hello, Teacher Shen!

Good evening, Teacher Shen!

A group of spirited, impeccably dressed young men surrounded a woman.

She wore a light green cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a gray-brown shawl draped over it. Her face was painted with the colors of a blue phoenix, and her blue and white eyebrows and eyes held a gentle smile, making her look like a real blue phoenix, a divine bird transformed into a human.

"I'm in charge of Group B+ today. Come with me."

She looked at the group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys with her eyebrows curved.

However, those words were like a bomb going off, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

A, led by Qi Si, with dragon fruit-colored hair, squeezed in front of Shen Xi and hummed as he spoke.

"Sister Xi, weren't you chosen as the dedicated body painter for Group A? Why did you give the body painting to Group B for the second performance?"

Qi Si has always been a top star with immense popularity in Group A, and is the face of the entire talent show team. In this era where traffic is king, what he says is what Group A says.

Moreover, they witnessed Shen Xi's terrifying makeup skills, which managed to raise the popularity of a bottom-ranked group in Group F to the same level as Group A.

Shen Xi gently pressed down on the shawl, her eyes soft, "You probably missed it. Shen Ke asked me to draw for Group A in the third round."

After successfully completing her interview, she was immediately harassed by the other three makeup artists on her very first day.

Upon seeing this, Shen Ke immediately told the six team captains to choose their own makeup artists, simply stating, "Choose according to the ranking order."

Shen Xi had no work experience or makeup experience, so no one in the first five teams chose her. In the end, Duo He, the captain of Group F, saw her standing there quietly with a peaceful look in her eyes, which seemed out of place in the noisy hall, just like him.

Duohe chose Shenxi.

On the first night of the performance, Duohe brought the noble young master Bai Ze on stage in human form. He had dyed his hair white, wore long antlers like a deer, had vermilion lips, and a white dot on his forehead. He was sacred and majestic, like a god descending to earth.

That night, Duohe became an instant sensation with her makeup and styling, and with F class's votes closing in on A class, half of the members of F class were promoted directly to B class.

Most talent show fans are drawn to looks; if you're not good-looking, who's going to look at your talent?

The power of makeup artistry is immense; when the makeup artist was being selected for the second performance, Shen Xi was highly sought after by all the classes.

Shen Ke assigned her to Class B.

In Y&G's talent show, each member's ranking is determined by fans' hard work, one vote at a time. But these votes aren't just bought with money; fans also have to put in the effort.

In other words, fans first need to spend money to buy a ticket, which means they need to qualify for the ranking. But buying a ticket isn't the end of the story; they also need to activate it. There are ten tasks every day, and each person can only buy one ticket per day.

Therefore, the higher each member ranks in the Y&G draft, the more loyal their individual fans become.

After all, who wouldn't want to see someone they admire standing high on the awards stage?

The people in Class A didn't dare let Shen Xi go to Class B+. Duo He's votes were already close to those of Class A. If she performed well in the second performance, someone from Class A would inevitably be squeezed out.

For a moment, everyone in Class A felt insecure.

In the end, it was Duohe who led a group of people from Class B to escort Shen Xi back to the dressing room.

When Yuan Xi and the others from Class B saw Shen Xi enter, they immediately closed the door to the dressing room to block the view from outside.

He patted his chest with an air of importance: "Sister Xi, you have no idea, you're more popular than us now. Fans are all vying to have you do their makeup and styling."

Shen Xi looked down to find an extra belt and replied in a supportive tone, "The fans are only doing this because of you guys."

Duohe walked out from behind him, opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Shen Xi, saying, "Drink more water, you won't have time to drink later when you're putting on makeup."

He saw Shen Xi sit down and start braiding her hair, then he stopped.

"Thank you, just leave it on the dressing table."

Shen Xi used the extra dark-colored belt from her ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) to wrap around her hair, quickly braiding her loose hair into a gentle fishtail braid.

She then took the water and looked up at the group of B-class boys.

Perhaps it's skill, perhaps it's luck, but they will all eventually stand on the stage and shine in their own way.

Duohe glanced at her quickly, then looked away.

Yuan Xi was ranked only about a hundred votes lower than Duo He. Although he was usually cheerful, he was extremely meticulous. He stroked his chin, looked at Duo He, and then at Shen Xi.

Yuan Xi smiled meaningfully. Their captain doesn't call younger women "sister," he's got a wild side.