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Chapter 131: 131 Responsibility (1)

“Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu!’

He called out urgently twice, but Xia Siyu’s eyes remained tightly shut.

The camera suddenly went chaotic, and the crew rushed over.

Viewers watching the live broadcast were also startled, especially seeing her pale complexion, drenched in sweat, looking distinctly different from that of a healthy person’s skin.

Even the fans of Bo Yan who extremely disliked Xia Siyu didn’t have many negative comments to make when they saw Bo carrying her to a shady spot; any that did were quickly silenced by the barrage of criticism from other netizens.

Bo quickly laid her flat in the shade and called out again, “Xia Siyu, can you hear me?”

Xia Siyu didn’t respond, and he quickly turned around, “Get ice water, a towel, and call a doctor!”

The production team, fearing an incident with their guests, had medical personnel on standby from the start.

Especially as overseas medical services can be quite troublesome: public hospitals may have queues stretching three months out, and while private hospitals offer better service, they’re usually too far away.

At this point, the cameraman rushed off to find the doctor, ready to take her to the hospital immediately if things looked bad.

Bo had learned first aid before, and now felt her pulse; it was very weak, yet her heart was beating rapidly.

Nine times out of ten, it was heatstroke.

In front of the camera, he said, “My apologies.”

Then he unbuttoned her tightly buttoned work uniform. As the clothes parted, it was evident to everyone that she looked as though she had been pulled from water, her white T-shirt soaked through, clinging to her body, outlining her curves distinctly.

But neither Bo Yan nor the audience had the time to concern themselves with that. An assistant handed over ice water and a towel, and he promptly wet the towel with ice water and placed it on her forehead.

Another towel, also doused with ice water, was taken by Bo who pulled up her hand, pulled off her gloves, and carefully applied the cold compress to her hand with gentle touches.

As he applied the cold compress, both the camera and the audience saw the varying shades of bruises and the blisters formed on her palms from moving bricks earlier.

Clearly, when Bo was about to apply the cold compress to her palm and saw the blisters, he was visibly taken aback.

He knew she had blisters, but he hadn’t expected so many or so severe.

He held Xia Siyu!s hand in his palm, it was pale, delicate, yet cold and clammy, lacking warmth.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he continued to carefully wipe her hand with the towel, as if he were cherishing a delicate piece of porcelain.

Bo kept his head down, and at an angle that the camera couldn’t capture, his expression was visibly complex. There was guilt, pity, and a heart full of tenderness.

The wet towel quickly warmed up, and he immediately changed it for a fresh one, continuing until the doctor arrived.

Xia Siyu’s condition wasn’t too severe; she caught a cold from not covering up well the night before, coupled with the hot weather causing mild heatstroke and slight dehydration.

The doctor wiped her down with alcohol, and she soon came to.

When Xia Siyu regained consciousness, there was a cheer from the crowd, and Bo let out a huge sigh of relief, as did the viewers watching the live broadcast. Yet Xia Siyu, struggling to focus, looked up at Bo and asked, “Is the work…

finished?”

Bo was taken aback for a moment, not expecting her to ask such a question as soon as she woke up, and he nodded.

Yet Xia Siyu was still not reassured, and her next words were, “Go and get the pay.”