NFBE Chapter 172 Why Can't the Bleed Be Stopped?
Chapter 172 Why Can't the Bleed Be Stopped?
The lights in the studio came on, and they were making final preparations before filming began. Shang Yibo had already returned to the set, and the entire place naturally fell silent.
Those who were chatting and laughing outside fell silent. Time seemed to stand still as everyone was immersed in this unique atmosphere.
Hong Yun pulled Ding Jiajia and quietly retreated into the shadows near the door, while Zhou Yanruo quietly circled behind the director of photography, crouching down and intently watching every detail on the monitor.
At this moment, the focus of the entire studio was on a set of shots that were about to be filmed.
Soon, Shang Yibo and Shen Qing were completely immersed in their roles...
Ling Shaojing and Liang Yuhong gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their gazes filled with unspoken understanding and affection. Ling Shaojing slowly extended his arms and gently grasped Liang Yuhong's arm, his tone tinged with reluctance: "Yuhong, you shouldn't be the one negotiating with the estate, but..." Liang Yuhong's red lips curved slightly, her smile gentle, and she interrupted, "Why be so formal? Whoever goes, the purpose is the same. We are husband and wife, why make such distinctions?"
Ling Shaojing nodded and sighed softly, "Thank you for your hard work." He gently squeezed Liang Yuhong's arm, then released it. "The Huizhou style of tea has been passed down for centuries. Starting with our generation, we are especially willing to carry on this tradition for another century..." After saying this, he turned and walked towards the window.
Liang Yuhong followed closely behind, walking gracefully. When Ling Shaojing stopped, she quietly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, gently pressing her cheek against his back, and softly said, "Shaojing, I'm a little worried. I hope that this time our choice is the right one."
At this moment, the photography assistant lowered his voice and whispered in the director's ear, "This scene wasn't originally there; it was added impromptu by Teacher Shen Qing." Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanruo stiffened slightly, then quickly stood up straight, her eyes fixed on the scene, pondering to herself.
When Shang Yibo was hugged from behind by Shen Qing, he realized it wasn't part of the script and unconsciously swayed slightly—a completely unexpected and natural reaction. Fortunately, thanks to his professionalism, he quickly adjusted himself, and even without clear instructions from the director, he maintained excellent chemistry with his co-star to continue the story.
The director looked down at his assistant and whispered his evaluation: "This improvisation was quite effective. Let's take another look."
[Liang Yuhong gently but firmly turned Ling Shaojing's body around so that he was facing her. (Ling Shaojing's back is to the camera.) Liang Yuhong's eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them. She said emotionally, "If we can make it to the Huacheng competition next month, I'm confident I can win first place. Then our difficulties will be over. Shaojing, I can say I've done right by the Ling family." After saying this, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.]
Ling Shaojing raised his hand, intending to wipe away Liang Yuhong's tears, but hesitated for a moment. Liang Yuhong had already thrown herself into Ling Shaojing's arms, leaving him slightly taken aback.
This sudden embrace caught Shang Yibo off guard once again. He involuntarily took a step back, only to accidentally step on the base of the lamp's extension stand, causing him to stumble. He reacted quickly, trying to steady himself, but forgot that Shen Qing was nestled tightly against his chest. When he realized this, he hurriedly turned around, not expecting that this movement would cause Shen Qing to lose her balance instantly. She frantically stretched out her hands, grabbing at the air to maintain her balance and avoid falling.
In the chaos, Shen Qing grabbed the thin wooden plank of the window prop beside her, but the fragile wooden prop couldn't withstand such a sudden pull and began to tilt towards them. Shen Qing lost her balance again and fell towards Shang Yibo along with the wooden prop.
Shang Yibo was already unsteady on his feet because of the base he was standing on. Faced with the sudden weight and impact, he instinctively felt the need to protect women. He stepped aside to let Shen Qing out of the way and quickly stretched out his arm to block the wooden plank that was about to fall.
With a sharp "crack," the wooden board broke at the joint of the nails, the sharp crack revealing the exposed nails, slicing across Shang Yibo's arm like a saw. His long robe was instantly torn, leaving a shocking two-inch-long wound, from which blood gushed, quickly staining his sleeve red.
He quickly pressed his left hand against the wound. The pain seemed to lag behind the gushing blood, but then surged forth like a tidal wave, forcing him to clench his teeth and tighten his facial muscles from the pain.
The atmosphere in the studio froze instantly. Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events, speechless for a moment. But soon, screams and shouts erupted as everyone sprang into action. Some rushed to find the first-aid kit, others helped Shen Qing up, while the lighting technician decisively cut off the power to the studio lights to prevent further injury…
Zhou Yanruo was the first to rush into the arena. She quickly helped Shang Yibo up and sat him in a chair. She tore open the sleeve of Shang Yibo's long robe and saw the bloody wound. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her mind went blank. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then opened them again, trying to calm herself down. She reminded herself, "Don't panic! I must stay calm. If you're weak, what will happen to him?"
Ding Jiajia and Hong Yun then ran over, with Zhang Xiaoguang following closely behind, carrying a first-aid kit in his arms.
Ding Jiajia said in a tearful voice, "What should we do? He's so badly injured and has lost so much blood."
Compared to Ding Jiajia's panic, Hong Yun remained very calm. She instructed Zhang Xiaoguang, "Quickly open the first-aid kit, find gauze and hemostatic medicine."
Zhang Xiaoguang placed the first-aid kit on the ground, opened it, and knelt down beside it to search through it. There were some first-aid medicines in the kit, but very few supplies for treating external injuries. He saw Shang Yibo's wound, and the band-aids he found were definitely useless, so he threw them aside. He took out gauze and bandages, stood up and looked at them, but didn't know where to start.
After examining the wound, Zhou Yanruo put on medical gloves and took out alcohol and cotton balls from the first-aid kit. "Mr. Hong, could you help me cut open his sleeve? There are scissors in the kit. I'll disinfect it first and then bandage it."
Hong Yun cut open the sleeve with scissors, looked up and saw Ding Jiajia crying and Zhang Xiaoguang standing there blankly, so she shouted, "What are you two standing there for? Look at his wound, he definitely needs to go to the hospital. Yan Ruo and I will treat the wound first, Jiajia will go find the nearest hospital, and Xiaoguang will go and drive the car over."
Ding Jiajia and Zhang Xiaoguang both hummed in agreement and jogged off to attend to their respective tasks.
Shang Yibo sat there casually. The pain from his wound had gradually subsided. He looked down at his bloodied and mangled arm, and touched the wound with his hand. It looked quite deep and was still bleeding.
Zhou Yanruo carefully wiped the skin around the wound with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, blowing on it as she did so. "Does it hurt? Take your hand away, or it will get infected."
After giving instructions to Ding Jiajia and Zhang Xiaoguang, Hong Yun turned around and saw Zhou Yanruo delicately wiping the skin near the wound with a cotton ball, as if she were embroidering. Shang Yibo cooperated without moving and stared at Zhou Yanruo's face without blinking.
"Hey, Yanruo, if you keep treating the wound like this, he'll bleed out." She pushed Zhou Yanruo aside, grabbed the alcohol bottle, and said, "Bear with it." Before she finished speaking, she poured it on the wound.
Shang Yibo hissed in pain and instinctively pulled his arm back.
Hong Yun gripped Zhou Yanruo's arm tightly and said, "Yanruo, hold it for me." Then, she quickly bandaged the wound, but blood was still seeping out even after the bandage was wrapped three or four times. "Why can't this blood be stopped?"