Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Beyond the Plot
This is something that is not recorded in the current plot at all.
It’s like a twist detached from the plot.
Honey Knife Wrap: Where’s the AI? Where’s Jinlian? Why did my goose faint? Is someone hurt? I am so worried!
Broken Glass Shard: Why is there an extraneous plotline? So Hannah truly was hurt before she went on stage, right?
The Commander’s Wishing Stone: It was Tiffany Lynch who put a rusted nail in Hannah’s shoe! Terrifying!
Potato Big Tomato: So Hannah performed the entire time while wounded? Just thinking about it gives me pain! It breaks my heart!
Commander Old Gong: Where’s Jinlian! Come out now!
Pedestrian 23456: Don’t be so fierce to my Jinlian.
The ’wanted’ Jinlian by the live-streaming room users was now cowering in the corner trembling with fear.
Everyone thought that its owner was blackmailed by a woman, but only this innocent and pitiful dog knew that the woman was not as scary as its owner.
The nail was long and rusty, just looking at it made one’s hair stand on end.
But its owner was able to do it without changing his facial expression...
Just thinking about it made Jinlian cover his fluffy dog ears in fear.
Yeow, yeow, yeow...
It knew its owner was not an ordinary person.
Scary, scary, too scary!
So it was right not to report its owner from the beginning. Otherwise, it might end up being stripped of its fur and mocked by other AI now.
Hannah did not tell Jinlian why she did this, but Jinlian also chose not to answer when faced with questions from live-streaming room users.
It also rejected a recommendation pushed by the Interstellar platform.
Making money is not that important anymore. Saving his life is most important.
Destroying the plot is nothing. Its owner is starting to compose the plot himself.
He is both powerful and scary to the dog.
Its artificial intuition told him that its owner was going to do great things.
A poor and helpless AI that didn’t even have the authority to change its owner, Jinlian could only choose to "follow whomever it is ’married’ to".
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In a room full of the sharp smell of disinfectant, Hannah smelled a crisp scent mingled with a light tobacco aroma. It wasn’t pungent but rather invasive.
Her cheek seemed to be lightly brushed by a warmth, and she instinctively reached out to hold onto the man’s sleeve before Arnold Simmons pulled his hand away.
The edge of the sleeve was a cool silver cufflink that felt a bit sharp to the touch.
The person lying in the hospital bed had their eyebrows slightly furrowed, their knuckles turning pale. Even with their eyes closed and their faces pale, they still looked stunning. They appeared even more feeble and frail like a bright flower soaked by a downpour.
Arnold Simmons held the cold and soft hand in his and gradually increased his grip. His stern look relaxed, and his deep, dark eyes glanced at the doctor on the side, and he said in a cold voice, "Continue the check-up."
The doctors and nurses rushed up, moving professionally and quickly without any delay.
Arnold Simmons sat aside during the whole check-up process, listening to the final results.
The person had hurt their foot. They had been bleeding heavily on their way to the hospital, shoes and socks soaked with blood. It was horrifying to look at.
It seemed as if the wound had been disturbed. The person on the bed, unconscious, was clearly suffering, the body squirming a little.
Upon seeing this, Arnold Simmons got up and held the person in his arms. His muscular arms curved around the young woman from behind. Seeing the doctor frozen, his tone turned colder, "Hurry up."
