As soon as she fainted, Bo Yan quickly picked her up before she fell to the ground.
"Xia Siyu, Xia Siyu!"
He yelled twice urgently, but Xia Siyu still closed her eyes tightly.
The camera suddenly went into chaos, and people from the program team rushed up.
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 hated Xia Siyu very much saw Bo Yan hugging her and rushing to the shade. Few of them said anything bad, and some of them were sprayed to death by barrages.
Boyan quickly laid her down in the shade and called twice more: "Xia Siyu, can you still hear me?"
Xia Siyu didn't respond, so he quickly turned around: "Bring ice water, bring towels, and call the doctor!"
The program team was afraid that something might happen to the guest, so they prepared a medical team early in the morning.
In particular, foreign medical treatment is quite poor. Publicly funded hospitals have to wait in line for three months. Private hospitals are very effective, but they are too far away.
At this time, the cameraman also rushed to find a doctor. If it was not good, he would be sent to the hospital for treatment immediately.
Boyan had learned first aid knowledge before, and now he felt her pulse. Her pulse was very weak, but her heartbeat was very fast.
Eighty-nine times out of ten, it's heatstroke.
In front of the camera, he said: "I'm offended."
Then he unbuttoned her tightly buttoned overalls. As soon as the clothes were untied, everyone could clearly see that she seemed to be fished out of the water. The white T-shirt underneath was soaked through and clung to her body, clearly outlining her curves.
But neither Bo Yan nor the audience have time to care about this now. The assistant handed over ice water and a towel. He quickly opened the ice water and sprinkled it on the towel, and then covered her forehead.
Another towel was also sprinkled with ice water. Bo Yan took her hand, pulled off her gloves, and applied a gentle cold compress with the towel.
When applying the cold compress, following the camera lens, Bo Yan and the audience saw the bruises on her arm where she had just moved the bricks, as well as the blisters on her palms.
Obviously, when Boyan grabbed her palm to apply a cold compress, he was obviously stunned when he saw the blisters.
He knew she had blisters, but he didn't expect them to be so numerous and severe.
He held Xia Siyu's hand, and her hand was in his palm. It was white and delicate, but cold and cold, with no warmth.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he used a towel to wipe her carefully back and forth, as if he was wiping porcelain with great care.
Bo Yan kept his head lowered, and his eyes were obviously complicated from an angle that the camera could not capture. There is self-blame, pity, and a lot of heartache.
The temperature of the wet towel rose quickly, and he immediately replaced it with another one until the doctor came.
Xia Siyu's illness is not serious. She caught a cold because she didn't cover herself with a quilt when she rested last night. The weather was too hot and she suffered from heatstroke. She also had mild symptoms of dehydration.
The doctor wiped her with alcohol and she soon regained consciousness.
When Xia Siyu woke up, the crowd cheered and Bo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Even the audience watching the live broadcast felt relaxed. However, Xia Siyu struggled to focus on Boyan: "Is the work... completed?"
Boyan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that she would ask this question as soon as she opened her mouth. He nodded.
Xia Siyu was not yet relieved. Her next words were: "Hurry up and get your salary."
Bo Yan: "..."
(End of chapter)