The system couldn't pretend to be dead, so An Wen could only find a way to eat it with the help of external force.
She thought about it, and her expression returned to normal. Jiang Shiyu cried and said: "Doctor, look at Wenwen's stunned again, is she stunned! Show her quickly!"
The doctor ignored her and observed An Wen carefully.
An Wen suddenly turned her head and looked at them. Everyone was shocked, and even Jiang Shiyu stopped crying.
"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet." An Wen said.
Jiang Shiyu howled as soon as she said this, and shouted: "Wenwen, you are not stupid..."
The moment An Wen hit the tree, Jiang Shiyu felt her heart stop for a few seconds, and a huge sense of panic came over her. An Wen was no longer just a boss to her, she was like her own sister.
"I'm not stupid, God won't accept such a smart brain of mine." An Wen said.
Jiang Shiyu nodded wildly after hearing this, and said to Song Jia: "As narcissistic as before, Wenwen is really not stupid."
An Wen: "?" Who are you calling narcissistic
For An Wen's many problems, the doctor checked her and made sure that An Wen's intelligence was fine before leaving.
She is still suffering from post-concussion, headache, and dizzy.
"Wenwen, tell me that I have pushed you away, and you should recover from your injuries in the next few months," Song Jia said.
An Wen had never been injured so badly before, and Song Jia was still a little scared now.
The doctor said that if the force on An Wen's brain was the same as the rest of her body, she would be gone, and this injury is a blessing in misfortune.
"How about the advertisement, can I use the edits I made earlier?" An Wen asked.
"The advertising director said it works, and people from the brand have visited you several times." Song Jia replied.
"It's good that it can be used, Sister Song, you must completely block the matter of my injury."
Song Jia was taken aback, and asked, "Why?"
An Wen knew from Song Jia's expression that she was ready to release the news.
"Sister Song, block the news. I don't want outsiders to know. You didn't say anything about him?" An Wen asked.
Song Jia shook her head and said, "I haven't had time to say it yet."
If Chu Qichen knew about this matter, they couldn't predict what would happen. Song Jia didn't know how to tell him.
"Then don't tell him. I want you to make sure that no one else knows except the staff and medical staff." An Wen ordered.
"Wenwen, your injury may not heal in the next few months. You are going to the scene of the Baiyu Award, and I plan to let you go in a wheelchair." Song Jia had already thought up a series of plans in her mind.
An Wen was injured and almost died this time, with multiple fractures in her body, and it was accompanied by the filming clips of "Project S" and "The True Colors of the Police".
An Wen has never used a stand-in, and she does everything by herself. These desperate and dedicated marketing are very popular.
"There are a lot of bad words against you on the Internet. If we post this matter, your trend will definitely change. Wenwen, artists need marketing. This is the company's operation. You don't need to worry about it. The company will not harm you. "Song Jia is business-like, and her tone is professional.
"I don't need it. Block the news. I'll be fine soon." An Wen insisted.
"Marketing is not your business, Wenwen, I'm doing it for your own good. How can an artist not market himself?" In this matter, Song Jia will never regress.
"Send it out to make others pity me and make everyone worry about me? I'm an actor, and my injury didn't come from something dangerous. I was injured at work."