The sudden scene shocked everyone.
Siyu was also stunned. She didn't expect that her illness would be so serious. Not only did she spit out a mouthful of blood, but she also couldn't stop coughing. Although she covered her mouth with her hand in time, there were still sporadic blood foam leaking from between her fingers and staining the prop petals on the ground.
If she hadn't experienced it herself, Siyu wouldn't have believed that a person could vomit blood in such an exaggerated way. And speaking of which … wasn't the supporting female character in her manga very successful? Didn't she take the opportunity to cause a sensation in the fashion industry and become famous overnight?!
While Siyu was surprised by the derailment of the plot, Yu Ling, who was standing on the other side, was almost scared. She was the person in charge of today's shoot. If there was an accident on the scene, she would take full responsibility!
"Hurry up, stop shooting. Call the emergency number!" Yu Ling was a seasoned person. She quickly calmed down and shouted to the others, "What are you doing? Hurry up and take her to the lounge!"
She had complained about Siyu's request to take a break from time to time. She thought that the newcomer was pretending to be sick. But now that Siyu kept vomiting blood in front of her, Yu Ling realized that it was true. She hoped that Zhou Siyu wouldn't have an accident here. Otherwise, if word got out, the media would exaggerate!
It was no wonder that Yu Ling thought so. When ordinary people saw this scene, their first reaction would be to think that Siyu was terminally ill and didn't have long to live.
The studio was suddenly in chaos. Siyu knelt on the floor and gasped for breath. As she vomited blood, her chest didn't feel so heavy. She looked up and glanced at the panicked crowd. She saw Yu Ling running towards her and bending over as if she wanted to help her up.
When Siyu saw Yu Ling, she suddenly remembered that they were still shooting. She had signed a contract with Feng Shang. If she messed up, she would have to pay a huge sum of money. Even if she sold herself, she wouldn't be able to afford it.
Thinking of this, Siyu immediately swallowed the blood in her throat. She took a deep breath and said to Yu Ling, who wanted to pull her out of the studio, "Sister Ling, this is the last set of photos. Let me finish. Anyway, it will take time for the ambulance to come here. My body can still hold on. It's okay. "
Although she didn't know why she suddenly fell ill, as the author of the manga, Si Yu knew very well that the supporting female lead had the powerful aura of "not dying until the end." No matter how serious her illness was, the supporting female lead would always be hanging on by a breath. Vomiting blood only looked scary, so in comparison, the astronomical compensation was more terrifying.
Moreover, if she went to the hospital and missed the shoot, then she would really deviate from the original plot. Si Yu could only rely on her omniscience as an author. She did not dare to gamble on what would happen if she changed the plot. Therefore, the best way now was to maintain the original plot.
When Yu Ling heard this, she was shocked. "Are you joking?"
Siyu coughed twice and raised her hand to wipe the blood from her mouth. She shook her head and looked serious, "Didn't you say that Teacher Zhang Chao only reserved one day? It's too late for you to find another model. Let me finish shooting it. "
Without waiting for Yu Ling's objection, Siyu lay down on her side in the flowers. She picked up the flower that had just been dyed red. According to what Zhang Chao had taught her, she put the petals to her mouth and kissed them. The blood on the petals rubbed against her pale lips. The bright red color was quite thrilling. Because she had just lost a lot of blood, Siyu's face was as pale as paper. Her whole body was weak. Her eyelashes were slightly drooping. Her whole body was like a willow branch that would break at any time in the wind. She showed a beautiful dying posture.
Zhang Chao looked at her pose and felt refreshed. He shouted at Yu Ling, "Get out of the way!" Then he stared at the camera and pressed the shutter dozens of times, dutifully recording this moment.
"This …" Yu Ling was yelled at by Zhang Chao and subconsciously took a few steps back. When he came back to his senses, he almost couldn't catch his breath. It was bad enough that the model was unreliable, but how could the photographer follow suit? Was this the time to do such a thing?!
But Zhang Chao, who had entered into work mode, completely ignored Yu Ling's ugly expression. He was minding his own business and fiddling with the camera.
"Yes, yes … this is the feeling … it's great …" Zhang Chao licked his lips excitedly and changed several angles to shoot.
Although he said he wanted to show the beauty of dying, this was a very abstract description. But the model in front of him, whether it was her pale and sickly appearance or the feeling of dying, perfectly interpreted this point. Even the blood stains on her clothes were embellished perfectly.
"Come on, tilt your head a little to the left …"
Not only Zhang Chao, but even the panicked staff couldn't help but look at the girl under the spotlight. Clearly, half an hour ago, her limbs were stiff and she didn't even know how to pose, but now she was completely immersed in the atmosphere. From her hair to the tips of her toes, she looked weak and haggard. It was as if she really had reached the last moment of her life and was using her remaining energy to ignite herself.
Siyu obediently posed. Her face was almost stiff from smiling. Not long after, she couldn't help but cough again. Her eyebrows were slightly knitted and she looked very pitiful. Zhang Chao quickly took a few more photos.
Yu Ling, who was originally standing to the side, was somehow pushed to the door by the crowd. Just as she steadied herself, there was a shout from outside the door, "Make way! The stretcher is coming in!"
The ambulance had finally arrived!
Seeing Siyu being carried away on a stretcher, Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Although the shoot could be completed according to plan, she was more worried that something would happen to Siyu and she would blame it on the company. Now that she was at the hospital, if anything happened, the company would be able to get away with it.
Because she had to stay behind to deal with the aftermath, Yu Ling only sent her assistant to go with the ambulance. After half of the studio was empty, a lot of people came out of the much larger studio next door. They seemed to have heard the commotion outside and came out to check. Yu Ling inadvertently glanced around and fixed her eyes on the leading teenager.
"Ji Lin, why did you come out? Are you done with the shoot? "Yu Ling quickly put on a smile and asked.
The teenager looked like he had just come of age. He was wearing a punk style outfit with bits and pieces of metal accessories that clanged as he walked. But even this kind of non-mainstream outfit couldn't hide the teenager's outstanding temperament. He raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared on his handsome face. He looked a little indecent, but his mouth was honest, "Ling-jie, I just heard someone call for an ambulance. What happened?"
Perhaps it was difficult for women to resist this kind of ruffian boy. Yu Ling sighed in her heart. No wonder Ji Lin had so many fans. Her expression softened and she explained, "It's nothing. A model who came to shoot the cover suddenly vomited blood. She has already been sent away."
Yu Ling wanted to continue complaining, but Ji Lin's face suddenly became very ugly, "Vomiting blood?"
"Yes, yes, everyone was shocked … Hey, wait, where are you going?" Before Yu Ling could finish her sentence, she saw Ji Lin rush out with a calm face and disappear like a gust of wind.
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Hospital ward.
Siyu was thoroughly examined. As expected, the hospital couldn't find anything. In the end, when they saw that Siyu's condition had stabilized, they could only prescribe some medicine and tell her to rest for a while.
Siyu thought that of course they couldn't find anything. After all, even she, the author, couldn't tell what illness the supporting female lead had. In short, it couldn't be cured and she wouldn't die.
Originally, the hospital suggested that she stay in the hospital for observation, but Siyu was politely rejected. So, Assistant Xu, who came with her, drove her back to her rented apartment and said, "Miss Zhou, the company will help pay for the medical expenses first. If there are any problems in the future, we can contact you. You can rest at ease and recuperate. I won't disturb you for now."
Assistant Xu quickly excused himself and left.
After returning to her own apartment, Siyu finally relaxed. Fortunately, the supporting female lead was usually antisocial. In addition to her poor health, she didn't have many social activities. Other than her grandmother, she couldn't find any close friends, so she didn't have to worry about being exposed.
The most important thing was that the cover shoot was completed. She finally managed to get away with it.
Siyu knew that according to the original plot, Zhou Siyu would enter the entertainment industry as a model and be entangled with the male and female leads. But when she thought of today's painful shooting experience, she couldn't help but shiver.
… Let her off. She was suited for staying at home. She really couldn't be a big star or anything.
But the supporting female lead had signed with an agency before, so it might not be so easy to terminate the contract. If she had to pay for it … Sure enough, what she needed most at this stage was money! Whether it was to buy medicine or to regain her freedom, she needed to earn a sum of money as soon as possible.
Siyu lowered her head and looked at her slender hands. It suddenly dawned on her. That's right, how could she forget? Her old profession was drawing comics. In her previous life, she had published many popular comics. Why not transfer those works over?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was feasible. Siyu couldn't wait to turn on her computer and go online to search for websites or magazines that were suitable for her to submit short comics. Also, there was one thing that needed to be done quickly. After all, she was in urgent need of money. After careful comparison, Siyu finally settled on a website called "Qiman."
After searching online, Siyu discovered that this world was still popular with print comics. There were very few original comics published on online platforms. This "Qiman" was the first manga portal in China. Although it had just been established, Siyu noticed that it was backed by a powerful company. It wasn't hard to imagine that as long as a few manga authors became popular, Qiman would quickly become popular.
The benefits were good, and it was in its initial stage. It urgently needed to recruit new authors — Qiman was undoubtedly the most suitable place for Siyu.
She didn't rush to register as an author. Instead, she first bought the equipment she needed to draw on the Internet. After choosing, she checked her bank account balance and found that there wasn't much left. Her heart ached so much that she found it difficult to breathe.
Sigh, although dreams were good, people still needed to eat … She should call Assistant Xu tomorrow and ask when she would receive her salary.
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