Chapter 131 Responsibility (1)

As soon as she fainted, Bo Yan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately hugged her up before she fell to the ground.

"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu!"

He yelled twice in a hurry, but Xia Siyu still closed his eyes tightly.

The camera suddenly became chaotic, and the program team also rushed up.

The netizens who watched the live broadcast were also shocked, especially when they saw her pale face and sweating profusely, which looked different from the skin color of a healthy human body.

Even Bo Yan fans who hate Xia Siyu so much, seeing Bo Yan hugging her and rushing to the shade, few of them would speak badly, and some of them would be sprayed to death by the barrage.

Bo Yan quickly put her to lie flat in the shade, and called again: "Xia Siyu, can you still hear me?"

Xia Siyu didn't respond, he turned around quickly: "Bring ice water, a towel, and call a doctor!"

The program team was afraid that the guests would have accidents, so they prepared a medical team early in the morning.

In particular, medical care in foreign countries is relatively cheating. After three months of queuing up in public hospitals, private hospitals are effective, but the distance is too far.

At this time, the camera also rushed to find a doctor. If it is not good, it will be sent to the hospital for treatment immediately.

Bo Yan had learned first aid knowledge before, felt her pulse at this time, her pulse was weak, but the heartbeat was fast.

Eight to nine out of ten, it's heat stroke.

In front of the camera, he said: "Offended."

Then he unbuttoned her tightly buttoned overalls. As soon as the clothes were unbuttoned, everyone could clearly see that she seemed to have been fished out of the water. The white T-shirt inside was soaked through, and it stuck tightly to her body, clearly outlining her curves.

But whether it is Bo Yan or the audience, there is no time to care about these now. The assistant handed over ice water and a towel, and he quickly opened the ice water and sprinkled it on the towel, then covered her forehead.

The other towel was also sprinkled with ice water, Bo Yan took her hand, tore off her gloves, and used the towel to gently compress the cold.

During the cold compress, with the lens of the camera, Bo Yan and the audience all saw the bruises on her arms from the bumps she had just carried bricks, and the blisters on her palms.

Obviously, when Bo Yan was holding her palm to prepare for a cold compress, he was stunned when he saw the blisters.

He knew she had blisters, but he didn't expect them to be so many, so severe.

He held Xia Siyu's hand, and her hand was in his palm, white and delicate, but clammy and cold, with no warmth.

After being dazed for a few seconds, he wiped her back and forth meticulously with a towel, as if he was cherishing a piece of porcelain.

Bo Yan keeps his head down, and his eyes are clearly complicated at an angle that the camera cannot capture. There is self-blame, pity, and full of distress.

The temperature of the wet towel rose quickly, and he immediately changed another one until the doctor came.

Xia Siyu's illness was not too serious. He caught a cold last night when he was resting. The weather was too hot and he had heatstroke, and he also had slight symptoms of dehydration.

The doctor swabbed her with alcohol, and she recovered quickly.

When Xia Siyu woke up, the audience cheered, Bo Yan was greatly relieved, and even the audience watching the live broadcast felt relieved. However, Xia Siyu focused on Bo Yan with difficulty: "Is the work... finished?"

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to ask this question, so he nodded.

Xia Siyu was still not relieved, and her next sentence was: "Hurry up and get your salary."

Bo Yan: "..."