110: Chapter 110 Holy crap, he literally vomited blood?!

Su Yun stared at Zhou Hai's face, which was flushed with excitement.

"Do you really think fake eating and spitting it out means you're fine?"

"To achieve that visual effect of wolfing down food, you stuff massive amounts into your mouth every day."

"Even if you spit some out, a portion is still swallowed."

"What's more, you used to go to the bathroom frequently to induce vomiting just to maintain your persona."

Su Yun looked at the medical records on his panel and read them aloud.

"Gastroenterology Department, Jiangcheng First Peoples Hospital."

"In the last three months, you've been there five times in total."

"The first time was March 12th; you went to the emergency room because of unbearable stomach pain."

"The second time was April 5th; you scratched your throat while inducing vomiting, which caused an esophageal infection."

"And last Wednesday, you rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night for a gastroscopy."

"Diagnosis: Severe reflux esophagitis, severe esophageal ulcers, extensive damage to the gastric mucosa, and early symptoms of gastric perforation."

"Your attending physician, Dr. Wang, warned you long ago that you must stop binge eating immediately and stick to a bland liquid diet."

"At the time, you even begged the doctor for painkillers, saying you'd signed a Gambling Agreement and couldn't stop broadcasting."

"And here you are, risking your life for tonight's tips and traffic, daring to stuff yourself with burgers and fried chicken?"

Zhou Hai's face turned completely pale.

No one knew about his hospital visits except himself—not even his assistant!

How did this fortune teller know exactly which hospital he went to, the doctor's surname, and even the details of him begging for medicine?

"What nonsense are you talking about! This is an invasion of my privacy!"

Zhou Hai stammered; he felt a churning discomfort in his stomach.

In fact, his stomach had been aching for a while now, as if a knife were twisting inside.

But to break the record and get the bonus, he had forced himself to endure it.

Now, with Su Yun mentioning it, that pain felt a hundred times worse.

"Stop with the 'you, you, you'."

Su Yun looked at him coldly. "I suggest you call for an ambulance right now, or by the time it gets here, they'll be taking you to the morgue."

"Bullshit!"

Zhou Hai was still being stubborn.

He thought Su Yun was just trying to scare him.

"I'm in great health! I'm going to finish all of this today just to show you!"

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed another burger and opened his mouth wide to stuff it in.

He had to prove himself.

If he backed down in this livestream today, his tens of millions of followers would vanish, and his cash cow would be gone.

*Crunch.*

Zhou Hai took a huge bite of the burger.

He chewed desperately, trying to swallow.

However, when that mass of meat patty and bread slid past his severely ulcerated esophagus and into his fragile stomach...

It was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Ugh..."

Zhou Hai's eyes suddenly widened, and a strange muffled sound came from his throat.

The burger in his hand dropped onto the table.

He clutched his chest tightly, his expression one of extreme agony, his features contorted.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A fit of violent coughing erupted from his mouth.

Then, under the incredulous gaze of millions of viewers in the livestream...

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Zhou Hai's mouth, splattering directly onto the unfinished burgers and fried chicken in front of him.

The red blood on the greasy fried chicken was as nauseating a sight as could be.

The livestream comments stopped completely at that moment.

Millions of online viewers were stunned.

A full three seconds passed.

Question marks flooded the screen like snowflakes.

"???"

"Holy crap! What's going on!"

"Why is Brother Hai coughing up blood!"

"Is this a script? Using blood bags just for show?"

"Blood bag my ass! Can't you see how pale his face is!"

"He's really coughing up blood! Call 120!"

In the video, Zhou Hai was slumped in his chair.

He clutched his stomach tightly, blood foam continuing to bubble from his mouth.

A young man wearing glasses rushed into the frame in a panic.

This was Zhou Hai's assistant.

He grabbed a handful of tissues and frantically wiped Zhou Hai's mouth.

"Brother Hai! Brother Hai, what's wrong!"

The assistant was sweating profusely from anxiety, his hands shaking.

After wiping a couple of times, he finally snapped out of it and turned to pull the computer's network cable.

"Stop broadcasting! Turn it off now!"

"I suggest you don't touch that camera."

Su Yun's voice came from the other end of the connection.

His tone was very calm.

"He has an acute gastric mucosal tear and gastric perforation."

"If you shut down the livestream now and delay the rescue, his life will really end right here."

The assistant's outstretched hand froze mid-air.

He turned to look at Su Yun on the screen, his expression looking worse than if he were crying.

"Then... then what should I do?"

"What else? Call 120." Su Yun rolled his eyes.

Was this assistant's head full of water? His boss is coughing up blood, and he's thinking about turning off the stream.

Just as the assistant was tremblingly taking out his phone to call...

Zhou Hai, who had been slumped in his chair, suddenly moved.

He shoved the assistant away.

His strength was surprisingly great, sending the assistant stumbling back against the wall.

Zhou Hai propped his hands on the table and forced himself to sit upright.

His face was already as white as paper, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks.

But he still pulled back the corners of his mouth, squeezing out a smile more hideous than a ghost's.

"What call 120!"

Zhou Hai shouted at the camera, his voice incredibly hoarse.

"I'm fine! Family, I'm doing great!"

"I just ate too fast and accidentally bit my tongue!"

"That's right! I just bit my tongue!"

As he spoke, he reached for the blood-stained burger on the table.

His hands were shaking like a leaf.

"Master Su, stop your alarmist talk!"

"I, Zhou Hai, am the biggest Competitive Eater on the entire internet!"

"This is nothing! Even if I bit my tongue today, I'm going to perform a clean plate for my family!"

Having said that, he opened his mouth and was about to stuff the bloody burger in.

The viewers in the livestream were dumbfounded.

"Brother Hai must be crazy! He's still eating even after coughing up blood!"

"I'm impressed by this professionalism!"

"Impressed my ass! He's throwing his life away!"

Su Yun looked at the man on the screen who was still pushing himself and couldn't help but sneer.

"Biting your tongue produces half a pound of blood? Do you think you're a fountain?"

Su Yun leaned back in his executive chair, his fingers lightly tapping the desk.

"Alright, stop acting like a tough guy."

"I know why you're risking your life to keep eating."

Su Yun looked at the information on his system panel and read it out.

"Three months ago, you signed a Gambling Agreement with Xingyu Media."

"The agreement stipulates that within three months, you must grow your account to 20 million followers and exceed 50 million in sales in a single livestream."

"If you succeed, the company gives you a 20 million bonus plus 10% of the shares."

"If you fail..."

Su Yun paused and looked at Zhou Hai.

"If you fail, you have to pay the company 10 million in liquidated damages, and the account will belong to the company."

"Today is the last day of the agreement period."

"Your current follower count is 18 million, and you're still over 10 million short in sales."

"That's why you came to connect with me—to use my popularity to generate a wave of massive traffic and boost your final stats."

"Am I right, Zhou Hai?"