Chapter 19: Sitting on a Head

In the chaos.

Xu Qing, unharmed, was swiftly led aside.

Led by Yuan Bin, the stunt team quickly checked Li Luo’s body; luckily, apart from his left arm, he had no other injuries.

“Rip!”

Du Yun yanked off his sleeve, revealing a strong arm.

“Sss~”

Many in the crowd stepped back in shock.

Below the shoulder.

A gash several centimeters long had been carved out.

Now the entire arm was drenched in blood—terrible to look at!

“It’s not serious.”

After a thorough check, experienced Yuan Bin relaxed his furrowed brows: “Looks scary, but the wound isn’t deep—just a few stitches and it’ll be fine. Still, keep it dry for now.”

After years in stunt work, they’d seen everything.

All of us Seven Blessings brothers had been to the hospital, had nearly died from falls.

“Mm.”

Li Luo nodded and tried moving his arm.

Just a burning sting—nothing else.

“Good.”

Zhang Zhongzhi’s heavy heart lifted; he immediately ordered the producer Wang Weiguo: “Take Xiao Luo to the hospital right away—find the best doctor, use the best medicine!”

The scene was a mess.

The female lead was shaken, and the wire operators were waiting to deal with the aftermath.

He himself was overwhelmed and couldn’t spare attention.

He spun twice on the spot, then remembered something—he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

Found a number, then dialed with a flicker in his gaze.

A roar erupted.

Only when the car vanished from sight did Yuan Bin turn to Xu Qing, still trembling nearby, and scratched his scalp hard: “Damn, this hundred bucks was worth every cent!!!”

“Absolutely!”

Zhang Zhongzhi knew what he meant; he sighed and walked aside with the still-connected phone.

On the other side.

Xu Qing breathed unevenly, sitting stiffly on a wooden crate, fists clenched.

All the concerned voices around her sounded distant; her eyes locked on the broken bamboo pole, unable to imagine what would’ve happened if she’d hit it.

A breeze stirred, lifting scattered leaves.

A streak of blood on the emerald bamboo looked startlingly vivid.

Hospital, private room.

Smelling the sharp antiseptic, Li Luo rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

A few stitches—minor surgery.

Feeling fine, he wanted to return to the hotel, but Wang Weiguo forcibly kept him in the hospital, insisting he rest properly.

Unable to argue, he lay down.

Those who didn’t know.

Would’ve thought he was badly hurt.

“Xiao Luo.”

The door opened; Wang Weiguo entered with a large bag of fruit and daily essentials, his face full of concern: “Feeling better?”

He’d always liked this earnest young man.

When he’d spoken with Li Luo’s father on the phone, he’d patted his chest and guaranteed everything was fine—but now, with this incident, he felt guilty.

When he had spoken on the phone with Li Luo’s father, he had patted his chest and assured him everything was fine, but now that this situation had arisen, he felt a pang of guilt.

Li Luo shook his head with a wry smile: “Just let me rest a few days at the hotel!”

“Don’t even think about it.” Wang Weiguo glared, pulled up a chair, and sat down: “Wait till the anesthetic wears off—you’ll know how much it hurts. Stay here at least twenty-four hours.”

The bandage on his upper arm was stained with red.

Still looked terrifying—he couldn’t let him leave like this.

“Zhang Dao is on his way.” Wang Weiguo continued after putting the items down: “Xu Qing is with him.”

“Director Zhang is on his way.” After putting the items down, Wang Weiguo continued: “He’s with Xiao Qing.”

Li Luo sat up, shaking his head: “No need to make such a fuss.”

“Listen to me first.”

Wang Weiguo hesitated, then spoke bluntly: “Zhang Dao asked me to talk to you—he brought news media along. This is a great promotional opportunity.”

“Of course, we still need your consent.”

“If you refuse, I’ll call Zhang Dao and tell the media to leave.”

As he spoke, a flicker of shame passed through his eyes.

Earlier on the phone, when Zhang Dahuizi mentioned this, he’d opposed it—after all, someone had risked their life to save another; using it for promotion was unethical!

Just now on the phone, Zhang Da Hu Zi had expressed opposition when mentioning this—after all, someone had risked their life to save another, and using that to promote oneself was simply unethical.

He was a businessman—he couldn’t resist anything good for business.

After all, he was a businessman; he couldn’t resist anything that benefited his business.

Seeing Li Luo fall silent, he pressed on: “For you too, this is—”

Seeing Li Luo fall silent, he pressed on: “For you too, this is.”

The situation reversed—this time, his words were cut off.

Li Luo lightly tapped the blanket, inwardly bitter—he never imagined that after risking his life to save someone, others’ first thought would be to exploit it for publicity.

His fingers lightly tapped the blanket. Li Luo smiled bitterly inside—he never imagined that after risking his life to save someone, the first thing others thought of was exploiting the incident for publicity.

No wonder Zhang Dahuizi thrived in this circle.

Of course, he felt a little annoyed.

But after calming down, he realized: promoting the production also promoted himself—in this circle, image mattered deeply.

From a profit standpoint, it was mutual benefit.

His blood shouldn’t be wasted—do good deeds, but don’t miss chances to gain advantages.

With that, he made up his mind.

“Xiao Luo!”

Seeing Li Luo fall silent, then reach for his wound, Wang Weiguo was stunned: “What are you doing?”

Seeing him pause, then reach for his wound, Wang Weiguo was baffled, his expression shocked: “What are you doing?”

Li Luo gritted his teeth and pressed hard on the wound: “A play is life—when you act, act fully, right?”

Moments later, he released his fingers.

Blood seeped out, turning the white bandage’s crimson blossoms even brighter.

Wang Weiguo stared, dumbfounded—he’d seen tough guys, but never one this ruthless. He grinned, thumbs up: “If you don’t make it big later—”

“I’ll cut off my head and let you sit on it!”

“They’re here!”

Hearing rapid footsteps, Wang Weiguo glanced out the window quickly: “Hurry, get ready.”

Hearing the rapid footsteps, Wang Weiguo glanced swiftly out the window: “Hurry, get ready.”

Li Luo grunted and adjusted his expression.

Put on a weak, helpless look.

“Knock knock.”

The knock came.

“Quiet.”

Wang Weiguo opened the door softly, lowering his voice: “Xiao Luo’s resting.”

He quietly opened the door, deliberately lowering his voice: “Xiao Luo is resting.”

Li Luo, feigning drowsiness, opened his eyes, struggling to sit up: “Xu Qing, Peng Ge—why’s everyone here? I’m not hurt, this is delaying filming!”

As he spoke, he clutched his left arm in pain.

A crowd surged into the room.

Besides producer Zhang Zhongzhi, Xu Qing, and Li Erpeng, there were hospital staff and a glasses-wearing man with a camera.

Besides producer Zhang Zhongzhi, Xu Qing, and Li Erpeng, there were hospital staff and a glasses-wearing man holding a camera.

Xu Qing stepped forward urgently: “Just lie down.”

Xu Qing stepped forward quickly, his expression anxious: “Just lie still.”

Li Erpeng pushed through the crowd, gripping Li Luo’s right hand with concern: “Xiao Luo, just rest—we’ll handle everything.”

The cameraman raised his camera and snapped a photo.

The man with eyes raised his camera and clicked the shutter.

Zhang Zhongzhi and Wang Weiguo’s gazes quickly met, both their lips curving into faint smiles.