"Who are you? What is your relationship with Dr. Chen?"

The reporter looked at Chen Mu and asked again.

Chen Mu said: "I am her friend. She is not awake yet. If you want to interview or something, you agree to let you interview after she wakes up, and you will come back."

The reporter asked again: "Can I know your name?"

Chen Mu asked with a smile: "Why do you want to know my name?"

The reporter said: "Just ask casually."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Me? I'm asking Qian Jin."

"Qian Jin? Well, a good name...Where are you a reporter?"

"I am a reporter from "Life Reuters."

Chen Mu continued to ask with a smile: "I haven't heard of you media. You shouldn't be those small studios that follow the path of self-media?"

The reporter shook his head and said confidently: "We are a serious media company invested by Tomorrow Toutiao."

Chen Mu showed a sudden expression: "Oh, that's right, it turns out to be a serious media company."

The reporter asked again: "Can I know your name now?"

Chen Mu still smiled: "No!"

“…”

The reporter felt that he had been fucked for a while, and after a slight pause, he asked unwillingly: "What kind of friend are you Dr. Chen's? Classmates? Colleagues? Can you always say this?"

"you guess?"

“…”

Guess your sister, the reporter looked at Chen Mu's smiling face and felt a little urge to punch.

Seeing that the other party was not talking, Chen Mu quickly asked proactively: "What kind of content do your "Life Reuters Club" mainly do? Do you make money?"

Whether you make money or not depends on your affairs... The reporter didn't want to answer, but in order to find the news, the other party did not take the initiative to end the chat, so he explained patiently: "Our "Life Reuters Club" mainly reports some local hot news, anecdotes, etc., and there are still many readers. As for whether to make money or not, it is the boss's business, I don't know."

"That's not making money."

Chen Mu nodded, showing an expression that seemed to know and sympathize.

“…”

The reporter was choked and before he could speak, he heard Chen Mu ask him again: "You said you have many readers, how many of them are there?"

"Microwave fans exceed 10 million, WeChat fans exceed one million"

"Wow, that's a lot..."

Chen Mu nodded and asked again: "Do your content focus on making pictures and texts, or making videos?"

“All.”

"Good, good...well, if you sell an advertisement in your place, how much will it cost?"

“…”

The reporter felt that he had seen more people, but he really couldn't keep up with his thinking. What does selling advertisements mean?

When Chen Mu saw that the reporter had to open his mouth and didn't say anything, he suddenly felt a little self-righteous and understanding: "Oh, I understand, these... your level in your place may not be enough, so I don't know, right?"

The reporter was even more speechless. He felt that he had been really messed up, and this person definitely did it on purpose.

Chen Mu didn't know what the reporter was thinking and said, "Okay, that's it. You can leave the contact information first. When Dr. Chen wakes up, I will ask you to see if she wants to accept your interview."

The reporter had no choice but to leave. He was a little ruthless and thought that he would go to the nurse station to check it out to see what the person was named and who was Chen Xiwen.

...

Chen Mu closed the door again and placed the reporter's contact information on the bedside table next to the hospital bed, preparing to tell her about this when Chen Xiwen woke up.

After a while, Chen Xiwen's parents rushed over.

When they saw their daughter getting sick, they acted very anxious. They asked Chen Mu several questions in a row, and then immediately called someone to transfer their daughter to the VIP ward.

Not long after, several top leaders from the hospital came together.

They were obviously acquaintances with Chen Xiwen's parents. After chatting for a few words, they became concerned about Chen Xiwen's condition.

When Chen Mu saw this situation, he knew that he had nothing to do. He turned around and walked to the sofa outside the VIP ward to lie down, found a blanket to cover himself, and then went to bed.

When I woke up, it was noon the next day.

Chen Mu actually woke up from hunger. If he could stutter, he could continue to sleep until night.

He was about to go out to find something to eat, so he walked to Chen Xiwen's ward first and took a look. Chen's father and mother were not there, and Chen Xiwen was the only one inside to look at his cell phone.

Chen Mu walked into the door and asked, "Is it better?"

Chen Xiwen was lying on the bed, her face was very pale and she didn't look very energetic.

She put down her phone, without answering, and asked, "You sent me to the hospital yesterday?"

"yes!"

Chen Mu smiled and waved his hand and said, "A small matter is a matter, don't thank me."

"I thank you for sending me to the hospital, but..."

Chen Xiwen said something unhappy, and then handed his phone directly to Chen Mu: "Look at this."

Chen Mu took the phone in confusion, looked at it, and saw clearly what was displayed on the mobile phone page, and he became a little ridiculous and sarcastic on the spot.

It was a WeChat article for communications, which talked about the fact that the "most beautiful poverty alleviation doctor" fell ill during the free medical consultation and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

But this is not the point. The point is to spend a lot of time describing the female doctor being sent to the hospital by a mysterious man surnamed Chen.

The article mentioned in a very vague sentence. After investigation by reporters, the man was rich, owned a large number of properties in the local area, and also had a profitable travel company. He was a young man like a rich man, and he was suspected to have a very special relationship with the "most beautiful poverty alleviation doctor".

"Mist grass..."

Chen Mu looked at this article and what appeared in his mind was the face of the reporter named "Qian Jin" last night. He couldn't help but exclaim: "This guy is so good at making up. Why did I become a rich man with a net worth of tens of millions?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Chen Xiwen asked a little annoyed.

Chen Mu briefly said what happened to the reporter yesterday, then pointed to the contact information that had been placed on the head of Chen Xiwen's bed and said: "I also said I'll ask you when you wake up. I didn't expect that after only one night, this guy had already written the article."

Chen Xiwen understood it, took a look at the contact information, shook his head and said, "Fortunately, this is just an article posted by a small self-media column. The number of readers is not large, so it should be okay."

Chen Mu read the article again and sighed with regret: "If I had known this, I would have given him the name and asked him to help him make an advertisement."

Chen Xiwen raised his eyebrows, a little speechless, thinking to himself: Why is this person... why is he always so biased about his focus?
Chapter completed!