Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me Chapter 131: Responsibility (1)

As soon as she fainted, Bo Yan quickly picked her up before she fell to the ground.

"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu!"

He screamed twice, Xia Siyu still closed his eyes.

The scene was messed up all of a sudden, and the people from the program team rushed up.

The netizens watching the live broadcast were also frightened, especially when they saw that her face was pale and sweating profusely, which looked different from the skin color of a healthy human body.

Even Bo Yan fans who hated Xia Siyu very much, saw Bo Yan hug her and rushed to the shade, not many people said it well, and some of them would be sprayed to death by the bullet screen.

Bo Yan quickly put her down in the shade and called out twice: "Xia Siyu, can you still hear it?"

Xia Siyu didn't respond, he quickly turned around: "Bring ice water, bring a towel, and call a doctor!"

The program crew prepared a medical team early in the morning for fear of an accident with the guests.

Especially, overseas medical care is quite tricky. After waiting in line for three months in public hospitals, private hospitals have good results, but the distance is too far.

At this time, the cameraman also hurried to find a doctor. If it is not good, he will immediately be sent to the hospital for treatment.

Bo Yan had specialized in first aid before, so he felt her pulse at this time. Her pulse was very weak, but her heartbeat was very fast.

Eight-nine times out of ten, it's heatstroke.

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

Then unbuttons her tightly buttoned overalls. As soon as the clothes were undone, everyone could clearly see that she seemed to have been fished out of the water, and the white T-shirt inside was thoroughly wet, clinging tightly to her body, clearly delineating her curves.

But neither the thin words nor the audience have time for that right now. The assistant handed over ice water and a towel, he quickly opened the ice water and sprinkled it on the towel, and then put it on her forehead.

Another towel, also sprinkled with ice water, Bo Yan took her hand, tore off her gloves, and used a towel to gently cool her.

During the cold compress, along with the camera lens, Bo Yan and the audience all saw the bruises and purples on her arm that had just been moving bricks, and the blisters on her palms.

Obviously, when Bo Yan grabbed her palm to prepare a cold compress, he saw the blisters, and he was obviously stunned for a moment.

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

He grabbed Xia Siyu's hand, her hand was in his palm, white, delicate, but cold and wet, with no temperature.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he also carefully wiped her back and forth with a towel, as if he was wiping china cherished.

Bo Yan kept his head down, and his eyes were obviously complicated from an angle that the camera couldn't capture. There is self-blame, there is pity, and there is full of distress.

The temperature of the wet towel soon rose, and he immediately changed another one until the doctor came.

Xia Siyu's illness is not too serious. He caught a cold without covering the quilt when he was resting last night. The weather was too hot and he suffered from heat stroke. In addition, he had mild symptoms of dehydration.

The doctor gave her an alcohol wipe, and she quickly woke up.

When Xia Siyu woke up, the scene was full of cheers, Bo Yan was greatly relieved, and even the audience watching the live broadcast was relieved. However, Xia Siyu focused on Bo Yan with difficulty: "Is the work...finished?"

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect her to ask this question, and he nodded.

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

Bo Yan: "..."