Online, things were heated up as well.

It was a wildfire across every social platform, blog, and fan forum.

Hua Jing’s fans were fuming. Not just angry—furious.

That viral video had shocked the entire nation. The scene of their beloved goddess being wheeled out of Jinlai Medical Center like some forgotten baggage had set off an internet explosion that no one saw coming. No protective gear, no escort, no explanation. Just a body on a gurney and a man in a black mask.

And now? The fury had evolved.

"What kind of hospital is this?! What happened to our Jing Jing?!"

"She’s a TOP STAR! A NATIONAL TREASURE! How dare they treat her like that?!"

"Someone needs to go to jail for this! This is medical negligence!!"

"Not even a proper blanket on her! No protective gear, no care, no NOTHING!"

"If not for that anonymous video, we would never have known. What else have they hidden?"

"Imagine if she never woke up... We would’ve lost her and never even known the truth!

"I’m crying while writing this. I grew up watching her dramas. She felt like family. They hurt one of us."

"They will pay for what they did to her. This isn’t over. It’s only just begun!"

"WHERE. IS. HUA JING?!?!?!?"

That last comment had over 900,000 likes in three hours.

Search bars across every site now autofilled with:

Where is Hua Jing?

Is Hua Jing alive?

Who took Hua Jing from the hospital?

People were demanding answers. And no, vague press releases weren’t going to cut it.

What shocked everyone even more was the new dynamic.

The fans of Fu Jing Rong, who had long considered Huā Jìng their idol’s "rival," were now... on the same side.

Normally, the two fanbases wouldn’t be caught dead in the same room. Their stars had been involved in years of onscreen competition, cold stares at award ceremonies, and near-zero social interaction.

But now? That was ancient history.

Comments flew by the second.

"If Hua Jing was mistreated in that hospital... there’s no way Fu Jing Rong wasn’t too!"

"You think Jinlai only targeted one top star? Think again."

"This is bigger than fanwars. We have to fight for them BOTH."

"I never liked her... but even I have to say, this is disgusting."

From cold war to alliance.

The tags started blending:

#JusticeForHuajng

#ProtectFuJingRong...

#ShutDownJinlai

#WhoStoleOurStar

...

Back at Jinlai Medical Center, chaos reigned!

Nurses dashed through corridors, IV stands wobbling, alarms blaring! Phones at the nurses’ station rang off the hook, each one a desperate plea or furious accusation!

"Where’s my mother?!" a teary patient demanded, gripping a clipboard.

"I paid for surgery—my son came back with scars!" another yelled.

Every hallway was a war zone of shouting relatives and frantic staff!

Doctors in white coats sprinted across the lobby, waving lawsuit papers and injury reports.

"I want compensation now!" "You covered up my infection!" "Transfer me to a new hospital this instant!"

The tension was palpable, the atmosphere suffocating!

Nurses in scrubs held onto trembling patients, while others glared at reporters peeking through glass doors.

Outside, shattered tempers met camera lenses: flashbulbs popped, questions hurled—Who took Hua Jing? Where is she now?

Inside, administrators tried to calm angry crowds, but pleas fell on deaf ears.

They demanded answers—answers none could give!

Boxes of medical records scattered across floors, abandoned by overwhelmed staff.

Emergency staff struggled to tend to critical patients amid the uproar!

Dr. Zhang sat in his office, his breathing shallow, as chaos exploded all around him. It felt like the walls were closing in. Phones rang nonstop. Paperwork was scattered across the floor like fallen leaves in a storm!

His hands trembled as he tried to understand how things had spiraled like this!

The lawsuits!

The investors!

The press!

Everyone wanted answers he couldn’t give. The entire hospital was collapsing beneath him. Jinlai Medical Center—once a respected institution—was now a sinking ship!

And he was the captain.

He hadn’t dared to step outside. Reporters with cameras and microphones were stationed outside the main entrance, yelling questions, demanding statements, snapping pictures of every nurse and patient who dared to step out!

His name was trending—for all the wrong reasons!

His phone buzzed again.

Another call from an investor.

Another threat.

Another furious demand for compensation!

Dr. Zhang ignored it. He couldn’t deal with this right now. His mind was too busy trying to figure out one thing...

Who leaked the video?!

Who?!

That footage was internal! It had to be someone with access. Someone powerful enough to share it with every media outlet in the country without getting caught.

He gulped.

There was only one person who came to mind.

Hua Ling.

That devil in designer heels!

She was the one who had come in with forged documents. She was the one who insisted on taking Hua Jing out of the hospital that night. He had let her go—he was the one who approved it!

He had helped her!

His blood ran cold.

She promised no one would find out!

She promised she’d take care of it quietly!

He fumbled for his phone and dialed her number with shaking fingers. His mouth was dry. His palms, soaked in sweat.

The line rang.

And then, she picked up.

Her voice was impatient. Cold. "What is it?"

Dr. Zhang’s voice cracked. "Miss Hua... I... I helped you! Remember?! I signed those documents! I’m in the middle of hell here!"

"So?" Her tone was careless. Sharp. "Why are you calling me?"

"I’m being drowned in lawsuits!" he hissed. "The hospital’s reputation is in tatters! I’ve lost everything!"

A beat of silence.

Then came a low laugh. It chilled him.

"You’re blaming me now?" she said.

"You were the one who forged the guardianship papers! You said she was your sister! You took her with forged documents! If you don’t help me now, I will go public! I will tell them everything!"

There. He’d said it.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Then...

"You’ll what?" Her voice was no longer amused. It was venom.

"If you speak a word..." she said slowly, dangerously, "I will make you disappear. I’m not afraid to get blood on my hands, Director Zhang."

His heart thudded.

He believed her.

Every word.

He wanted to say something—anything—but his throat closed up. He couldn’t even breathe.

Hua Ling continued, "You made a choice. You helped me. You’re in this just as deep as I am. Don’t call me again."