Chapter 87: The Special Wrap Party

The entire film crew was urgently sent to the hospital, where doctors, flustered and scrambling, administered IVs, rewarmed the actors, and checked for frostbite. Xiang Fei stood in the corridor, his face pale, yet his gaze remained sharp.

"Director, should you rest first?" the assistant director asked cautiously.

Xiang Fei shook his head: "No, the wrap party will proceed as scheduled."

Hospital Banquet Hall · A Temporarily Arranged Wrap Party

Despite being in a hospital, Xiang Fei still insisted on holding a formal wrap party. The banquet hall was filled with flowers and champagne, but the air was thick with the smell of disinfectant, creating a certain sense of dissonance.

The actors were helped in one by one; some still had IV drips attached, others were wrapped in thick blankets, their faces still pale.

Suddenly, the banquet hall door was pushed open—

Xiang Qiang, Xiang Tai, and Xiang Sheng walked in.

The entire room fell instantly silent.

Xiang Qiang scanned the room, his gaze sweeping over every actor before finally landing on Xiang Fei: "You... really finished filming?"

Xiang Fei nodded: "Finished."

Xiang Tai looked at the room full of actors with IV drips, her eyes slightly red: "You... were really risking your lives."

Xiang Sheng's gaze searched through the crowd until he finally spotted Zhang Min.

She sat on a sofa in the corner, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale, her lips still somewhat purple, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands and sipping it in small mouthfuls.

Xiang Sheng walked over quickly, squatting in front of her, his voice trembling slightly: "Ah Min..."

Zhang Min looked up, forcing a smile: "Ah Sheng, why did you come?"

Xiang Sheng reached out and touched her face; it was chillingly cold: "You... how did you end up like this?"

Zhang Min gently held his hand: "It's nothing, just soaked in ice water for too long..."

Xiang Sheng's eyes instantly turned red: "You call this nothing?! Ah Fei really went too far, organizing such a closed-set shoot, we couldn't even get in. Do you know I almost went crazy when I saw the photos from the set!"

Zhang Min lowered her head slightly: "I'm sorry..."

Xiang Sheng took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions: "Do you know how worried I was?"

Zhang Min looked up at him, her eyes gentle: "I know... but this is a movie, I had to finish it."

Xiang Sheng gritted his teeth: "Is the movie more important or is life more important?!"

Zhang Min fell silent for a moment, then said softly: "Both are important."

Xiang Sheng suddenly stood up and turned to leave.

Zhang Min quickly reached out and grabbed him: "Ah Sheng!"

Xiang Sheng turned back, his eyes bloodshot: "Do you know that seeing you lying in the water shivering made my heart feel like it was breaking?"

Zhang Min froze, and tears suddenly fell: "I'm sorry..."

Xiang Sheng looked at her and finally couldn't hold back; he pulled her into his arms, his voice choked: "Next time... don't do this again..."

Zhang Min leaned against his chest and nodded gently: "Mm."

On the other side, Xiang Qiang walked up to Xiang Fei and patted his shoulder: "Ah Fei, you did it."

Xiang Fei shook his head: "Not good enough."

Xiang Qiang sighed: "I know you pursue perfection, but next time... don't let the actors risk their lives like this."

Xiang Fei fell silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Xiang Tai walked up to Cai Shaofen and, with a heart full of pity, held her hand: "Ah Fen, are you okay?"

Cai Shaofen forced a smile: "It's nothing, Xiang Tai, just a bit cold..."

Xiang Tai's eyes turned slightly red: "Silly girl, it's just filming, why risk your life like this?"

Cai Shaofen shook her head: "It's not risking my life... it's about having to do the best."

Xiang Tai sighed and gently embraced her: "You've worked hard."

Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung sat on the sofa, still bickering.

Jackie Chan: "Eldest Senior Brother, the Water-Walking technique you taught me back then was completely useless!"

Sammo Hung glared: "Nonsense! It's because you didn't master the skills properly!"

Jackie Chan pouted: "I was almost frozen to death, and you're still scolding me?"

Sammo Hung snorted: "Serves you right! Who told you to steal my roast goose back then!"

Jackie Chan: "..."

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung sat aside, both wrapped in blankets, holding cups of hot tea.

Anita Mui looked at Leslie Cheung and smiled: "Leslie, this time you really went off-key."

Leslie Cheung smiled helplessly: "Yes, the strings froze and snapped."

Anita Mui tilted her head to look at him: "But... the effect was very good."

Leslie Cheung nodded: "Mm, worth it."

In the center of the banquet hall, Xiang Fei raised his glass, his voice hoarse: "Everyone, you've worked hard."

Everyone fell silent and looked at him.

Xiang Fei took a deep breath: "This shoot... was very difficult, but you all did your best."

He paused, his voice somewhat choked: "Thank you."

The entire room was silent for a second, then—

"Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses; some had IV drips, others were wrapped in blankets, but their eyes all held determination and pride.

Xiang Qiang watched this scene and finally smiled: "Ah Fei, this time... you won."

Xiang Fei looked at him: "What?"

Xiang Qiang patted his shoulder: "You made a... real movie."

Xiang Fei fell silent for a moment, a faint smile tugging at his lips: "Mm."

The banquet ended, and the guests departed one by one.

Xiang Sheng helped Zhang Min walk out, asking softly: "Still cold?"

Zhang Min shook her head: "Much better."

Xiang Sheng gripped her hand: "Go home and rest well."

Zhang Min nodded: "Mm."

At the hospital entrance, the morning light was faintly bright.

Xiang Fei stood on the steps, watching the departing cars, exhaling deeply.

The assistant director walked over: "Director, what's next…"

Xiang Fei said coolly: "Edit the footage."

The assistant director smiled: "Alright."