Chapter 143: Responsibility (1)

As soon as she fainted, her eyes were quick and her hands were quick, she

picked her up immediately before she fell to the ground.

"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu!"

He yelled twice, Xia Siyu still closed his eyes tightly.

The scene was messed up all of a sudden, and people from the show crew rushed

up.

The netizens who watched the live broadcast were also shocked, especially when

she saw her pale and sweating, which looked different from the skin tone of a

healthy human body.

Even Bo Yan fan, who hated Xia Siyu so much, saw Bo Yan carrying her to the

shade, few people said it was not good, and some would be sprayed to death by

the barrage.

Bo Yan quickly put her down in the shade and yelled twice: "Xia Siyu, can you

still hear it?"

Xia Siyu didn't respond, so he quickly turned around: "Bring ice water,

towels, and call a doctor!"

The program team prepared a medical team early in the morning for fear of

accidents to the guests.

In particular, foreign medical services are quite cheating. After three months

of waiting in line for public hospitals, private hospitals are effective, but

the distance is too far.

At this time, the camera also hurried to find a doctor, if it is not good,

immediately send to the hospital for treatment.

Bo Yan had previously studied first aid knowledge, and touched her pulse at

this time. Her pulse is very weak, but her heart rate is very fast.

Eight to nine out of ten, it is heat stroke.

In front of the camera, he said: "Offended."

Then she loosened the buttons of the tightly fastened work clothes. As soon as

the clothes were untied, everyone could clearly see that she seemed to have

been fished out of the water. The white T-shirt inside was soaked and tightly

attached to her body, making her curve very obvious.

But no matter if it's blunt words or the audience, there is no time to care

about it now. The assistant handed over ice water and a towel, and he quickly

opened the ice water and sprinkled it on the towel, then covered her forehead.

The other towel was also sprinkled with ice water, Bo Yan took her hand,

pulled off her gloves, and applied a gentle cold compress with the towel.

During the cold compress, following the camera lens, Bo Yan and the audience

saw the bruises on her arms just now, and the blisters on her palms.

Obviously, when Bo Yan was holding her palm to prepare for a cold compress, he

was visibly stunned when he saw the blisters.

He knew she had blisters, but he didn't expect so many, so serious.

He grasped Xia Siyu's hand, her hand in his palm, white and delicate, but

clammy and not very warm.

After a few seconds, he wiped her back and forth carefully with a towel, as if

he was wiping cherished porcelain.

Bo Yan kept his head down, his eyes were obviously complicated from an angle

that the camera couldn't take. There is self-blame, pity, and heartache.

The temperature of the wet towel rose quickly, and he immediately changed

another one until the doctor came.

Xia Siyu's illness is not too serious. She had a cold without covering her

quilt when she was resting last night. The weather was too hot and a little

heat stroke, coupled with mild dehydration.

The doctor wiped her with alcohol, and she quickly woke up.

When Xia Siyu woke up, the scene was cheered, Bo Yan was greatly relieved, and

even the audience watching the live broadcast became more relaxed. However,

Xia Siyu struggled to focus on Bo Yan: "Is the work...completed?"

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, but he nodded when she asked this question.

Xia Siyu was still not at ease. Her next sentence was: "Go get your salary."

Thin words: "..."