Chapter 19: Sitting as a Stool

Amidst the chaos.

The unharmed Xu Qing was quickly taken to the side.

The stuntmen, led by Yuan Bin, also hurriedly helped Li Luo check his body. Fortunately, apart from his left arm, there were no other injuries.

"Rip!"

His sleeve was torn off by Du Yun, revealing a strong arm.

"Hiss~"

In the watching crowd, many people were frightened and took a step back.

Below the shoulder.

A cut several centimeters long had been scraped.

Now the whole arm was bloody, looking very terrifying!

"It's not a big deal."

After an experienced Yuan Bin checked it, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed: "It looks scary, but the wound isn't deep. Just sew it up with a few stitches, but it's best not to touch water for this period of time."

Having been a stuntman for a long time, he had encountered everything.

Among these martial brothers of the Seven Little Fortunes, who hadn't been to the hospital? There were even experiences of almost falling to their deaths.

"Mm."

Li Luo nodded, trying to move his arm.

It was just a burning, stinging pain; he didn't feel anything else.

"It's good that you're fine."

The stone in Zhang Zhizhong's heart fell, and he hurriedly instructed the producer Wang Weiguo: "Hurry and take Little Luo to the hospital, must find the best doctor, use the best medicine!"

The scene was a mess.

The female lead was frightened, and the people responsible for the wires were also waiting to be dealt with.

He was currently overwhelmed, really unable to divide himself.

Turning around in place twice, Zhang the Bearded Man thought of something else, and he took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

After finding a phone number, he dialed it with flickering eyes.

A roaring sound rang out.

Until the car disappeared from sight, Yuan Bin looked at Xu Qing, who was still shaken not far away, and scratched his scalp hard: "Damn it, this one hundred yuan was really worth it!!!"

"Indeed!"

Zhang Zhizhong knew what he was talking about, and sighed as he walked to the side with the connected phone.

On the other side.

Xu Qing's breathing was messy, and she sat on a wooden box, clenching her fists.

The words of concern around her were all erratic. Her gaze was fixed on that broken bamboo stump just now; she really couldn't imagine what the consequence would be if she had crashed into it.

A breeze blew, rolling up the residual leaves.

A wisp of blood on the emerald green bamboo was somewhat eye-piercingly red.

Hospital, single patient bed.

Smelling the pungent disinfectant, Li Luo rubbed his nose somewhat uncomfortably.

Sewing a few stitches could be considered a minor surgery.

Feeling that he didn't have any major problems, he wanted to return to the hotel, but was forcibly pressed into the hospital by Wang Weiguo, who wanted him to rest well here.

Unable to refuse the other party, he had no choice but to lie down.

Those who didn't know.

Would have thought he had suffered a very serious injury.

"Little Luo."

The door pushed open, and Wang Weiguo walked in with a large bag of fruit and daily necessities, his face full of concern: "Feeling better?"

For this young man who was always serious about his work.

He had always had a good impression of him in his heart.

At the time when he communicated with Li Luo's father on the phone, he had also patted his chest to guarantee he was fine, but now that this situation had occurred, he felt somewhat sorry in his heart.

"Nothing at all."

Li Luo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Just let me go back and lie down for a few days and it will be fine!"

"Don't even think about it." Eyes wide, Wang Weiguo pulled over a chair and sat down: "Wait until the effect of the anesthesia wears off and you'll know the pain. At least stay here for twenty-four hours for me."

On his upper arm, the wrapped bandage was stained with a bit of red.

It still looked quite scary; he didn't dare to let him go back like this.

"Director Zhang is on his way." After putting the things away, Wang Weiguo continued: "Along with him is Little Qing."

"Is that necessary?"

Li Luo sat up, shaking his head repeatedly: "No need to make such a big fuss."

"Listen to me first."

Wang Weiguo hesitated for a moment, then said very decisively: "Director Zhang asked me to communicate with you. Along with them are news media. This is a very good promotional opportunity."

"Of course, it still depends on your opinion."

"If you don't want to, I'll call Director Zhang and have him notify the media to go back."

When speaking, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes.

Just now on the phone, when Zhang the Bearded Man mentioned this, he had expressed opposition. After all, someone had kindly saved a person, and using this point for promotion was doing things a bit too unethically!

However, he was soon persuaded.

After all, he was a businessman, and he couldn't resist things that were good for business.

"Actually."

Seeing Li Luo become silent, he continued to persuade: "For you, this is also."

"No need to say more!"

The situation reversed, and this time it was his words that were interrupted.

Fingers lightly tapping the quilt, Li Luo felt a bitter smile in his heart. He never expected that he would risk his life to save someone, but the first thing others thought of was using this matter for hype.

Have to say, it's truly wonderful!

No wonder Zhang the Bearded Man could flourish in the circle.

To say he wasn't unhappy, there was always a little bit.

However, after calming down and thinking about it, while promoting the production team, why wasn't it also promoting himself? Mixing in this circle, a good image was very important.

In addition, from the perspective of interests, this was also mutual fulfillment.

His blood couldn't be shed in vain; good deeds had to be done, and if there was an opportunity to get benefits, he couldn't let it go.

Thinking of this, he immediately made up his mind.

"Little Luo!"

Seeing him reach out to grab his wound after a moment of silence, Wang Weiguo was somewhat confused, his expression exceptionally surprised: "What are you doing?"

"Life is like a play."

Li Luo gritted his teeth, pressing hard on the wound with his hand: "A play is like life, if you're going to act, you have to do the whole set, right?"

After a moment, his fingers let go.

Fresh blood oozed out, making the plum blossoms on the white bandage even more vivid.

This action left Wang Weiguo dumbfounded. He had seen ruthless people, but never someone this ruthless. He grinned and gave a thumbs up: "If you kid don't become popular in the future."

"I'll cut off my head and give it to you to sit on as a stool!"

"They're here!"

Hearing the dense footsteps, Wang Weiguo quickly glanced out the window: "Hurry, get ready."

"Mm."

Li Luo hummed, hurriedly adjusting the expression on his face.

Putting on a weak and powerless appearance again.

"Knock, knock~"

A knock on the door rang out.

"Keep it down."

Tip-toeing to open the door, Wang Weiguo deliberately lowered his voice: "Little Luo is resting."

"Director Zhang?"

The sleepy Li Luo opened his eyes at the right time, struggling to sit up: "Sister Qing, Brother Peng, why did everyone come over? I didn't suffer any major injuries, isn't this delaying the filming mission!"

While speaking, he painfully held his left arm.

A large crowd swarmed into the room.

Apart from producer Zhang Zhizhong, Xu Qing, and Li Erpeng, there were also hospital staff and a man in glasses holding a camera.

"Don't move around."

Xu Qing hurried forward, her expression anxious: "Just lying down is fine."

"That's right."

Li Erpeng squeezed out of the crowd quickly, holding Li Luo's right hand with a face full of concern: "Little Luo, just rest well, don't worry about the production team's affairs."

The man in glasses raised his camera at the right time, *click*, pressing the shutter.

The eyes of Zhang Zhizhong and Wang Weiguo collided quickly, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of both their mouths. ===== CHAPTER 20 =====