"Hey, what are you doing?"
The people around were shocked and panicked when they saw Xu Qiao pulling the girl who was doing CPR away. A closer look revealed that Xu Qiao had appeared from nowhere and was not from the crew of "Hundred Ghosts".
"Xu Qiao?" Xu Siyi, who was wearing a white Taoist robe, looked up and saw Xu Qiao, and was stunned for a moment.
"Help." Xu Qiao dropped these two words and squatted down to quickly check the situation. The fainted boy had lost consciousness and did not respond to the shouts. His face and lips were blue and purple, and his breathing, pulse and heartbeat were gone.
When I opened my eyelids, I saw that my pupils were dilated and their light reflex disappeared. Combined with other symptoms, it seemed that my heart had been in arrest for at least one minute.
There are four golden minutes for rescuing sudden death patients. Every minute of delay will reduce the success rate of rescue by 10%.
Xu Qiao did not dare to delay. He knelt on the ground, put his palms together, interlocked his fingers, and used the strength of his entire upper body to press vertically down on the boy's sternum.
The moment it was pressed down, everyone around felt an inexplicable pain in their chest and their brows twitched.
The boy's chest wall was pressed down by Xu Qiao and sunk about five or six centimeters. It sank and rebounded, sank and rebounded...
“No, my ribs won’t be broken…” an actress asked in a frightened voice, expressing the thoughts of everyone in the crew.
"Ying, that shouldn't be the case, right? Ying Yuan is quite strong..."
Everyone in the Hundred Ghosts crew held their breath and dared not make any noise to disturb them. Seeing that Xu Qiao's chest compressions were obviously much more professional than the girl's just now, and that he looked calm and methodical, they felt a little relieved.
After two minutes of CPR, Xu Qiao touched Ying Yuan's carotid artery and found no pulse.
Seeing Xu Qiao continue to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation, director Hu Zhenghua paced back and forth, clasped his hands together and prayed.
Ying Yuan is the leading actor of Hundred Ghosts and also his junior. If something happens to Ying Yuan, Hu Zhenghua doesn't know how he will explain to his father.
On the other hand, the lead actor Ying Yuan had an accident on the set, and the pressure of public opinion will have a huge impact on the Hundred Ghosts crew.
After pressing for another five minutes, Ying Yuan still showed no signs of waking up. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Xu Qiao's forehead and nose.
Sweat slid down and hung on his eyelashes, trembling, but Xu Qiao seemed unaware.
Xu Siyi squatted beside him and wiped the sweat off his face silently.
Xu Qiao didn't even look at him and focused on performing CPR.
Hu Zhenghua saw that nearly ten minutes had passed since Xu Qiao took over CPR, and the patient had not woken up yet. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and asked in a low voice, "Why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?"
"Director, there's a traffic jam on the road. I'm afraid it will take another five or six minutes..."
Xu Qiao was also a little anxious. At this moment, Si Cheng finally came back with the AED.
"Brother Xu Qiao, the AED is here!" Si Cheng ran in breathlessly, holding the AED.
Finally it arrived, Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and took the automated external defibrillator.
After ten minutes of continuous chest compressions, Xu Qiao's hand, which was stretched out to catch the AED, was shaking uncontrollably.
After pulling open Ying Yuan's clothes and checking that he had no metal objects such as necklaces on him, Xu Qiao put on the electrodes.
Press the switch and a voice prompt will sound.
"Please do not touch the patient. Automatic analysis of the patient's heart rhythm will begin."
The words "Electric shock recommended" soon appeared on the screen.
"Please do not approach the patient, automatic charging will begin."
"Defibrillation now, please press the orange discharge button."
After defibrillation, Xu Qiao immediately performed chest compressions.
Five minutes later, Xu Qiao stopped and touched the side of Ying Yuan's neck. Finally, he felt a weak pulse and his breathing began to recover.
"Ying Yuan moved!" someone shouted in surprise.
Hu Zhenghua's heart suddenly dropped, and his eyes became a little wet.
Rescued.
At this time, the ambulance with its sirens blaring finally arrived. The emergency personnel hurried over and after checking, they lifted Ying Yuan onto a stretcher, and Hu Zhenghua followed him into the ambulance.
When Xu Qiao got up from the ground, he staggered a bit. Just as Si Cheng was about to reach out for him, Xu Siyi had already embraced him.
Si Cheng paused for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand and rubbed his clothes.
"Are you okay?" Xu Siyi asked.
Smelling the scent of perfume with flavors of ginger and rum that penetrated into his nostrils, Xu Qiao nodded.
He was fine, just a little exhausted.
Plus, I had drunk the final wine earlier, so I was a little drunk and felt a little dizzy.
Everyone from the Hundred Ghosts crew gathered around, some bringing water, some wiping their sweat.
"Xu Qiao, thank you for your hard work."
"Yeah, if you hadn't come here we really don't know what we would do."
Xu Qiao thought about how when he first joined the Liaojiang crew, the Hundred Ghosts crew worked all night almost every day, and asked, "Did he shoot all night last night?"
Everyone looked at each other: "We've been up all night. Ying Yuan only slept for two or three hours in the lounge just before dawn. We've been filming since this morning."
No wonder, it was sudden cardiac death caused by overwork.
Xu Qiao: "Everyone should also pay attention to rest."
Being in this line of work, it is common to have irregular work and rest schedules. It is not just the Baigui crew that is like this, so he couldn't say anything.
Everyone listened to Xu Qiao's words and thought of Ying Yuan who was taken away by the ambulance. They were silent for a moment and felt sad.
Looking at Xu Qiao's shaking hands, Xu Siyi said, "Ying Yuan should be fine now. I'll take you back."
"I'll take Brother Xu Qiao home." Si Cheng glanced at Xu Siyi and said, "You must be very busy."
Xu Siyi's sharp eyes fell on Si Cheng's childish face, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I'm not busy. The director has left, and we can't shoot today's scene."
He looked at Jiang Wen and the others outside, then glanced at Si Cheng: "As for you, you are the male lead of "Liao Jiang" after all, it would be a pity to leave early for the wrap-up party."
The people on the side looked at these two, one is a big name in the entertainment industry and the other is a national little brother, and asked each other with their eyes: What's wrong with these two people? Why do they have such a sense of tension for no apparent reason
Xu Qiao frowned and said, "I can go back by myself, no need to send me off."
After saying that, he said hello to everyone and walked out. Si Cheng walked around Xu Siyi and followed him.
Jiang Wen and others were waiting outside the Hundred Ghosts crew. When they saw Xu Qiao and Si Cheng coming out, they asked, "Xu Qiao, is he okay? I saw the ambulance took him away."
"It should be fine now." Xu Qiao smiled apologetically, "Director, I may have to go back early."
Jiang Wen waved his hand: "Go back and have a good rest. We'll have dinner together next time if we have the chance."
Xu Qiao nodded and looked at Si Cheng: "I'm leaving."
Si Cheng opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something. After a while, he lowered his eyelashes and hummed.
Xu Qiao put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the film and television city.
From time to time, two dead leaves fell from the trees on both sides of the road, swirling in the cold wind. The coldness penetrated into his neck desperately, and Xu Qiao lowered his head and hid his chin in his collar.
He walked very slowly, and his steps looked a little unsteady. Feeling the pain in his knee, Xu Qiao stopped, bent down and rubbed his knee.
Suddenly, a horn sounded behind him. Xu Qiao looked back and saw Xu Siyi driving a car and stopping beside him.
He seemed to have hurriedly removed his makeup and changed his clothes before rushing over. His makeup was not completely removed and there was still some glue from the wig on his face.
Xu Siyi lowered the window and nodded his chin towards the passenger seat: "Get in the car, I'll take you there."
Since they have already driven out, it would seem a bit pretentious to refuse.
Besides, it was cold and I didn't want to walk. Xu Qiao didn't think much and opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
After reporting the address, Xu Siyi drove away and the two did not communicate any more.
The car speakers play songs with intense melodies, which are refreshing and invigorating.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Qiao leaning his head against the car window with his eyes half-closed and misty. Xu Siyi tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and reached out to change to a soothing piano piece.
The music playing in the car had a good hypnotic effect. Xu Qiao, who was already feeling a little sleepy, quickly fell asleep, with his head against the window. As the car body bumped against the window, there were slight collision sounds.
Xu Siyi drove slower and slower, which caused dissatisfaction among many drivers behind him in the endless traffic during the rush hour.
Hearing the constant urging of horns behind him, Xu Siyi remained unmoved and drove smoothly and steadily.
By the time Xu Qiao opened his eyes hazily, the car had already arrived.
He looked up and saw Xu Siyi with his elbow on the steering wheel, one hand supporting his chin, his eyes that had charmed thousands of girls looking at him. His eyes were deep and clear.
I don't know how long he maintained this posture.
Xu Qiao rubbed his eyes and asked, "When did you arrive?"
"An hour ago."
"Why didn't you call me?"
The afterglow of the setting sun was dancing on Xu Siyi's high nose bridge. His jawline was neat and clean, and he looked casual with his chin supported. The smell of male hormones was quite aggressive in the closed car.
He didn't answer Xu Qiao's question, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Xu Qiao saw his own reflection in his eyes facing the sunlight, and looked away a little uncomfortably, changing the subject: "Don't hold your chin up."
Xu Siyi raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
"The jaw will be crooked."
Xu Siyi's smile froze for a moment, he withdrew his hand, and sat in the driver's seat: "Get out of the car."
Xu Qiao hummed, opened the car door and got out, then he saw Xu Siyi also coming out of the car on the other side.
What are you doing here too
Seeing Xu Qiao frowning slightly, Xu Siyi closed the car door and locked the car with the car key: "Would you like me to come up and sit for a while?"
Xu Qiao turned around and walked upstairs: "I don't care. You are not afraid of being photographed by paparazzi."
Xu Siyi took two steps and followed him: "We are all men, what's the difference?"
Xu Qiao remained noncommittal.
When they got home, Xu Qiao took out a pair of new slippers from the shoe cabinet and gave them to him.
After pouring a glass of water for Xu Siyi, Xu Qiao sat on the sofa and turned on the TV which had not been turned on for a long time.
"Where is the medicine box?" Xu Siyi asked, leaning against the wall.
Not knowing what he needed the medicine box for, Xu Qiao pointed to the storage cabinet in the living room: "There."
Xu Siyi took out the medicine box, walked over to Xu Qiao, glanced at him, and said in a steady voice: "Take off your pants."
Xu Qiao: “…?” What did he say.
"Apply some medicine to you. Your knee is injured."
When Xu Qiao was doing chest compressions on Ying Yuan, his knees were pressed firmly against the ground. No one else noticed, but when Xu Qiao stood up, he knew that his knee must have been injured.
Winter pants are thick and the trouser legs cannot be rolled up.
If you can’t roll it up, you can only take it off.
But it was impossible to take off the pants in front of others, never in this life. Xu Qiao went back to the room, changed into a nightgown, and sat back on the sofa.
Xu Siyi opened the medicine box, lifted Xu Qiao's bathrobe to his thighs, and frowned when he saw the wound on his knee.
There were large purple bruises on Xu Qiao's knees, with several blood marks in the middle. Compared with the delicate white skin on the inside of his legs, it looked even more shocking.
I knelt on the ground and did chest compressions for more than ten minutes, and my knees became like this. Is this the Princess and the Pea
Xu Siyi frowned, knelt on one knee on the ground, dipped a medical cotton swab in iodine, and carefully applied it on his head.
"Does it hurt?"
Xu Qiao shook his head slowly, and seeing Xu Siyi lowering his head, his eyes fixed on his wound, he said again: "It doesn't hurt."
Xu Siyi didn't ask any more questions and continued to apply the medicine.
Xu Qiao stared at the whorl of hair on his head in a daze.
After a while, Xu Qiao looked away and saw the window with no curtains drawn, and frowned slightly.