The End of the Desert Island! Young Master Zhao Tied to a Stretcher

The deafening roar of the motor completely shattered the tranquility of the island in the early morning.

A medium-sized cruise ship, adorned with a huge banner that reads "Heart Signal," is cutting through the azure waves at an almost insane top speed, charging aggressively toward this undeveloped beach.

The bow of the ship stirred up snow-white waves, which reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight.

At the very front of the deck.

The director was gripping the railing tightly, his face as pale as a sheet of paper that had been sitting for three days, braving the salty sea breeze.

These two short days and one night felt longer to him than half a lifetime.

Ever since Lin Mo, who had a high fever last night, uttered those words about breach of contract penalties in his sleep.

The backend data for the entire program completely exploded, and the anger across the internet almost broke down his private phone.

Even worse, just an hour earlier, he had received a barrage of calls from the station's top leader, who berated him harshly and even implied that a powerful figure with connections was watching the matter.

If that highly skilled and unassuming "Forest God" really causes something bad to happen on this dilapidated island, then his job as a director will be over.

"Quickly! Drop anchor! Lower the gangway!"

The cruise ship had barely come to a stop in the shallow water when the director grabbed a megaphone and began shouting at the top of his lungs.

The heavy metal plank slammed onto the soft sand with a loud thud.

Immediately afterwards, a fully armed medical team, carrying various first-aid equipment, led by the director, practically tumbled and crawled onto the deserted island.

They acted as if they weren't there to film a dating reality show, but rather to carry out some kind of urgent international rescue mission.

Hundreds of thousands of viewers, whose eyes were already bloodshot from staying up late in front of their screens, instantly erupted in excitement.

The barrage of comments surged forth like a flood bursting its banks.

[It's here! The production crew's wrecked ship is finally repaired!]

[God help me, go check if Lin Shen's fever has gone down! If anything happens to him, I'll never forgive Xingyao Entertainment!]

[Finally, someone's here! If they hadn't come, I was really afraid our young lady would have evolved into a wilderness hunter and gone to catch sharks with her bare hands in order to nourish Lin Shen's body!]

[Waaaaah, finally I don't have to see them suffer in this wretched place anymore! Lin Shen, hurry back and inherit the richest man's fortune!]

Accompanied by a flurry of footsteps, the once quiet edge of the jungle suddenly became incredibly noisy.

And in a cave not far from the coastline.

A dark, unidentified object emitting an indescribable odor suddenly moved.

That was Zhao Kuo, who was already half-starved and on the verge of a mental breakdown.

After his lips swelled up like two starch sausages from eating wild fruits, he endured a whole night of torrential rain.

The half-finished tent had long been blown into the Pacific Ocean by the wind, and he and Lin Chacha could only huddle in a corner of the cave, shivering.

At that moment, I heard the sound of the motor, which was like heavenly music.

Zhao Kuo's eyes, which had been unfocused and glowing green with hunger, suddenly burst forth with a feverish light, like a final burst of light before death.

"The boat...is my boat..."

In the limited understanding of this pampered rich kid.

The reason the production team went to such lengths for an emergency rescue was definitely because his powerful and influential father had pulled out all the stops.

It must have been the Zhao family that exerted enormous financial pressure, forcing these profit-driven directors to rush over overnight to rescue their young master from this misery!

Thinking about this.

A surge of evil fire suddenly welled up in Zhao Kuo's originally listless body.

He struggled to his feet, his legs trembling, and stumbled, leaning against a coconut tree for support.

Through the gaps in the trees, he could see it in the distance at a glance.

Lin Mo, wearing his faded shirt, calmly led Jiang Ruoyun out of the exquisitely constructed bamboo bed shelter, holding her hand.

Looking at Lin Mo's nonchalant and relaxed demeanor, as if he were just on a relaxing island vacation.

Then look down at yourself, covered in mud and looking like a ghost that even your own mother wouldn't recognize.

Zhao Kuo's jealousy and humiliation swelled to their peak in an instant.

He shook the mud off his head and tried to straighten his hunched back, attempting to regain some of the arrogance and dignity that belonged to capitalists.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Kuo, with his slurred, sausage-like lips, let out a hoarse, grating laugh in Lin Mo's direction.

The laughter sounded incredibly jarring and comical in the morning sea breeze.

"See that? You poor bastard!"

He extended a trembling finger, pointing at the medical staff rushing towards him on the distant beach, his eyes filled with a morbid smugness.

"The rescue team is here! It must be my dad who sent people to pick me up!"

"I'm not playing this childish survival game with you bunch of peasants!"

He laughed wildly while trying to strut around with an arrogant and domineering air.

"Lin Mo, what good is your cooking skill? You're just a lowly beast of burdened with millions in debt!"

"Once I return to civilized society, I will use all my resources to blacklist you!"

"I'll go back and shower you with money... I'll bury you in money!"

however.

Fate's slaps always come swiftly and cruelly.

Zhao Kuo's extremely arrogant villainous declaration hadn't even had time to completely dissipate in the air before the last word had completely vanished.

His legs, which had been ravaged by years of drinking and womanizing and had suffered from severe hunger and cold, suddenly twitched rather unceremoniously.

Immediately afterwards, a dizzying, dark sensation swept over him, instantly robbing him of all his vision.

"thump--"

Under the stunned gaze of a group of photographers.

One second Mr. Zhao was showing off like crazy, and the next second he was face down on the ground, taking a perfect "dog-face-shit" moment.

His two already swollen, sausage-like lips were fiercely biting into the gravelly soil, even kicking up a small cloud of dust.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

The medical team at the forefront didn't even recognize who this lump of mud was.

The head of the emergency department, who was leading the team, rushed forward, expertly examined Zhao Kuo's eyes, and then immediately shouted:

"Critical situation! The patient is suffering from severe hypoglycemia!"

"Severe dehydration and deep hypothermia are occurring! Vital signs are rapidly declining!"

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, several burly male caregivers behind him rushed forward with resuscitation equipment.

"Quickly! Put him on a stretcher immediately! Secure him tightly to prevent further injury from spasms and struggling!"

They gave Zhao Kuo absolutely no chance to explain or resist.

Several rough, large hands hurriedly turned him over out of the mud pit.

Immediately afterwards, four or five wide tactical restraint straps mercilessly tightened around Zhao Kuo's chest, waist, and limbs.

This arrogant second-generation rich kid from Beijing's elite circle.

In this semi-conscious state, he resembled a dead pig about to be sent to the slaughterhouse to have its hair removed.

He was tightly bound to a hard, orange stretcher by several burly men in an extremely humiliating, even sprawling position.

"My...my..."

Zhao Kuo rolled his eyes, foaming at the mouth from his swollen lips, as he was being carried and rushed toward the ship, all the while he was desperately humming incoherent nonsense.

Tens of millions of viewers in the live stream witnessed this textbook-worthy "clown reveal".

After a brief pause, the barrage of comments erupted into an overwhelming frenzy.

[Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore! I'm laughing so hard this morning I'm practically rolling on the floor!]

[Young Master Zhao's act was so pretentious, it didn't even last a second!]

[Three seconds of showing off, three days on a stretcher! Is this the legendary "words become law"?!]

One second he's trying to bury Lin Shen in money, the next he's eating a buffet in a mud puddle—that's a purebred clown!

[Doctor, you've done a good job! Wrap it a few more times! Let's see if his sausage lips can still let in a draft!]

[Was Lin Shen stunned? These days, are people who stage accidents this elaborately?]

Compared to Zhao Kuo's chaotic and farcical evacuation scene.

The scene in front of the bamboo bed shelter not far away is completely different.

Although Lin Mo was also recovering from a serious illness, his fair face still showed signs of weakness and illness.

But standing in the morning light, his posture remained as upright as a pine tree, and the composure and ease ingrained in his bones did not diminish in the slightest.

He ignored the director's fawning expression, which was on the verge of tears.

He didn't even glance at the clown being carried away.

He simply turned slightly to the side, his gaze gently falling on the girl beside him.

Jiang Ruoyun's appearance at this moment was not exactly glamorous. Her originally smooth long hair was somewhat messy, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were swollen like two walnuts.

But in Lin Mo's eyes, this was her most vivid and lively appearance.

No unnecessary words.

Lin Mo naturally extended his large, well-defined hand and firmly but gently grasped her slightly cool small hand.

Fingertips slipped between her fingers, their ten fingers intertwined tightly, and Jiang Ruoyun's cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

She didn't struggle; instead, she obediently leaned closer to him, a sweet smile involuntarily curving her lips upwards.

The two stood side by side like that.

Facing the slightly salty sea breeze of the early morning, amidst the amazed gazes of the program crew, photographers, and medical experts, they slowly walked towards the cruise ship docked at the shore.

The staff along the way spontaneously made way for them, creating a wide passage.

Everyone looked at the bamboo house behind them, built without a single nail and relying solely on its ingenious mortise and tenon structure to withstand the storm, their eyes filled with undisguised awe.

These are hardly two people who have just survived a near-death experience on a deserted island.

This is clearly a royal couple returning home in triumph after taking a stroll in their own backyard and inspecting their territory.

That transcendent, overwhelming aura made everyone present feel ashamed of themselves.

The director wiped the cold sweat pouring down his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

He raised the megaphone in his hand and, addressing tens of millions of viewers across the internet, announced in an excited voice that was almost cracking:

"Dear viewers!"

"After overcoming numerous difficulties and obstacles, our special survival mission on this desert island has officially come to a successful conclusion!"

"Next, everyone board the ship, and we will immediately return to civilized society and back to the Heartbeat House!"

Accompanied by a long and powerful whistle.

The massive white cruise ship slowly sailed away from the beach that had witnessed countless twists and turns and heart-fluttering moments, leaving a long white trail in its wake on the azure sea.

The top deck offers a wide and unobstructed view.

The sea breeze ruffled Lin Mo's slightly messy bangs.

He leaned against the white metal railing with one hand, his deep gaze fixed quietly on the deserted island that was growing smaller and smaller and gradually becoming blurry in his field of vision.

Looking back on the chaos and turmoil of the past two days and one night.

From the helpless confiscation of his supplies to building a shelter with his bare hands, and then to the high fever and suppressed murmurs that almost broke his defenses in the middle of the night.

A faint, relieved smile appeared on Lin Mo's lips.

He let out a long sigh of relief, exhaling the last breath from his chest.

Then, he slowly turned his head.

He looked at the girl beside him, who had fallen into a deep sleep, leaning against the railing, exhausted.

Jiang Ruoyun was sleeping soundly, her breathing shallow.

Even in her sleep, her hands were still tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, as if she were afraid he would disappear again.

The morning light bathed her profile in a soft, golden glow, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Mo's eyes softened more than ever before.

He knew that his miserable days on the deserted island had come to a complete end with the exposure of the secret five million yuan breach of contract penalty.

But there was some kind of chemical reaction between them.

But after this test of life and death, an irreversible, even earth-shattering, transformation occurred on this isolated island.

Some things have taken deep root and can never be uprooted.