The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Chapter 173: Accident or Accident?

At that moment, the director, assistant director, and crew members quickly gathered around, anxiously checking the situation.

The incident happened suddenly. Everyone was first drawn by Shen Qing's scream and rushed to the scene to check on the actress. Shen Qing was pale, with tears welling up in her eyes. People around her immediately comforted her. The director and crew carefully checked the scene and confirmed that although Shen Qing was frightened, she was not physically injured. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing this, Brother Can immediately arranged for Xiao Hua to help Shen Qing to the dressing room to rest.

However, to everyone's surprise, Shang Yibo's injuries were far more severe than anticipated. It was initially thought that the seemingly lightweight prop, even if it fell, wouldn't cause serious consequences. Unexpectedly, the wooden plank shattered upon impact, its sharp edges deeply lacerting Shang Yibo's arm, leaving a shocking wound from which blood gushed, the wound stretching over two inches in length.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The director shouted anxiously, "How did you get injured so badly? Get him to the hospital right away!"

The event clerk quickly responded, "There's a clinic in the park; there should be a doctor on duty at this time. I'll go find a doctor, or you can go directly to the clinic."

The assistant director gave the production assistant a disapproving look and urged, "At a time like this, why are you talking incoherently? Go and get the doctor over here."

"Excuse me, excuse me." Ding Jiajia squeezed in with a person in a white coat. "I've called a doctor to come and take a look."

The doctor, who looked to be around fifty years old, carried a medicine box over his shoulder and followed behind Ding Jiajia. He walked up to Shang Yibo, quickly glanced at him, and asked with concern, "Where do you feel unwell? Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache?"

The stagehand brought over a stool and placed it behind the doctor. The doctor sat down and began to put the stethoscope on his ears.

Zhou Yanruo couldn't help but remind him, "Doctor, can't you see that his arm is injured?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses; the lenses were a full 500 degrees. "I see, the wound on his arm is still bleeding. He needs to go to the hospital for professional treatment; a simple bandage probably won't be enough."

Ding Jiajia said anxiously, "Then please re-bandage it."

The doctor gently pushed up his glasses. "I'm a general practitioner."

Ding Jiajia didn't react for a moment, "What do you mean? Aren't general practitioners supposed to treat all kinds of illnesses?"

Hong Yun glared at Ding Jiajia and impatiently pulled the doctor up, saying, "You should leave now, you're just wasting time."

The doctor was displeased. "How dare you talk like that? Your people said there was an accident here and came to the clinic asking me to come for an emergency. Who will pay the consultation fee? I'm leaving now."

The stagehand quickly stepped forward and stopped the doctor, saying, "I'll cover the consultation fee." Then, realizing the situation, he added, "Wait a minute, you haven't even examined him yet, why would you need a consultation fee?"

Shang Yibo frowned. These people were making a lot of noise in front of him, which was really annoying. He looked up at Zhou Yanruo, who was also looking at him with a furrowed brow. So, he gave her a wink without making a sound.

Zhou Yanruo immediately understood, "Take the doctor to the rest room. Teacher Shen Qing was frightened and must have internal injuries. You can ask this general practitioner to take a look."

The event staff were very cooperative and immediately arranged for someone to take the doctor to the rest room.

The director then stepped forward and asked Shang Yibo with concern, "Yibo, how are you feeling?"

Shang Yibo replied, "Director, I'm fine, but I'm afraid we can't film today."

The director patted Shang Yibo on the shoulder, "Don't worry about that. We've shot enough footage, and we should be able to edit it into a final cut. Go back and get some rest."

At this moment, Shang Yibo saw Zhang Xiaoguang run in, presumably having already driven the car over, and said, "Thank you, Director, we'll be going now."

The director instructed, "Remember to go to the hospital to treat your wounds, and be careful not to let them get infected. I'll have the production assistant accompany you to the hospital."

Zhou Yanruo chimed in, "No need, the few of us can handle it. However, the cause of this accident does indeed need to be carefully investigated by the site staff."

The stagehand muttered quietly, "It really was just an accident." Though his voice was soft, it was loud enough for everyone present to hear.

Zhou Yanruo was about to speak when Hong Yun interrupted, "It was clearly an accident, don't downplay it and call it an accident. You should start investigating from the unauthorized alteration of the script and the arbitrary addition of scenes."

Zhou Yanruo nodded, stopping the conversation, "We'll talk about that later, let's go first."

Shang Yibo tried to stand up, but as soon as he put weight on his left foot, a sharp pain shot through him. He cried out and sat back down.

Zhang Xiaoguang quickly stepped forward, offering his shoulder to Shang Yibo, "Support me, or I'll carry you on my back."

Shang Yibo said, "You don't need to carry me. Just support me on this side, and I can walk by myself."

Zhang Xiaoguang then supported Shang Yibo's left side, while Ding Jiajia quickly stepped forward to lift Shang Yibo's injured right arm.

"Wait a minute," Hong Yun picked up the scissors and deftly cut off the excess part of Shang Yibo's long robe hem to make it easier to move.

Then, Zhou Yanruo gently took off her cashmere scarf and covered Shang Yibo's injured right arm to keep him warm.

After helping Shang Yibo into the car, Zhou Yanruo quickly rummaged through her handbag for the car keys and handed them to Zhang Xiaoguang. "Drive my car. Go pack your things and take his clothes and belongings directly to the hospital."

Hong Yun followed closely behind and got into the car. "I'll go to the hospital with you. Let's take the same car."

Ding Jiajia got into the passenger seat and turned to Hong Yun, asking, "Where's your car?"

Hong Yun replied casually, "I'll just have the driver come and take us back to the city."

After giving instructions to Zhang Xiaoguang, Zhou Yanruo took off her coat and gently covered Shang Yibo with it before getting into the last seat of the van.

Shang Yibo's eyes were already somewhat glazed due to blood loss and exhaustion. He half-opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yanruo's actions, wanting to decline, "Really, you don't need to give it to me, I..."

Zhou Yanruo sat behind Shang Yibo, leaned forward, and pulled her coat up a little higher, carefully tucking in the corners. "You lost so much blood just now, you must be feeling cold now. You were in such a hurry that you didn't have time to change your clothes. It's windy outside, and you weren't wearing enough, so you'll catch a cold. You can wear this coat for now."

Seeing this, Ding Jiajia quickly said to the driver, "Driver, turn on the heater, turn it up a bit."

Hong Yun whispered to Zhou Yanruo, "Should we find a top-tier hospital nearby or drive directly to the city center?"

Shang Yibo, with his eyes closed, replied, "Go straight back to the city."

Zhou Yanruo leaned forward. "Well, we're not familiar with this area. The wound looks quite deep; it'll probably need stitches."

Upon hearing this, Ding Jiajia turned her head and said anxiously, "Won't stitches leave a scar? The injury is on my forearm, and it will show when I wear short sleeves."