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The staff on the bus quickly brought over a clean towel, rushed forward, and carefully wiped the rain off his body.

Everyone looked indignant and extremely dissatisfied.

Mi Lan frowned, her eyes filled with anger: "These lunatics!"

He strode forward, gently supporting Jiang Zhiyu, and looked down to observe the other's physical condition, his tightly furrowed brows never relaxing.

Everyone knows that if we have to trace the root of today's events, the production team will be the first to face the fans' wrath.

Failing to handle security properly, resulting in personal safety risks for trainees, is a serious mistake that will certainly be criticized.

What's more, this trainee is Jiang Zhiyu, whose identity was just revealed to be "River".

Once this matter escalates completely, it will inevitably stir up a huge public opinion storm.

The staff member looked extremely distressed, their eyes filled with self-blame, but they could only forcefully suppress their anxiety and soften their tone to comfort the person: "Sit down and calm down first, don't think too much. No matter what, the fan meeting schedule can't be delayed. Let's get to the venue first, and the production team will handle any follow-up issues properly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver slowly pressed the accelerator, and the minibus engine roared low as it slowly drove away from the congested and chaotic area.

After leaving this suffocating area, the scenery outside the car window gradually accelerated its receding speed.

Through the rearview mirror, it was clear that several private cars were following closely behind, keeping a close distance and relentlessly chasing the minibus.

The staff member kept looking back at the rearview mirror, his brows furrowed tightly, his face growing increasingly grim. While keeping a close eye on the vehicles following behind, he took out his phone and quickly typed to report the situation to the production team in real time.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Lin Sen was still a little worried.

Jiang Zhiyu mechanically shook his head without saying a word.

"Elbow," Wei Shuang paused for a moment, "You might have scraped your elbow."

His gaze swept across the car, then he looked at the staff member beside him: "Is there a first-aid kit in the car?"

The staff member was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I'll get it for you."

As the official minibus for Hong Liu's variety shows, it always carries a simple first-aid kit.

Kui Shuang took the medicine packet handed to her and looked at Jiang Zhiyu questioningly.

Jiang Zhiyu, who is usually easy to talk to, was unusually uncooperative this time. Even though he was still sweating profusely and his eyes were somewhat unfocused, he stubbornly remained motionless with his lips pursed.

"I'll do it."

Mi Lan took the initiative to speak. He and the silent Wei Shuang exchanged a glance, took the medicine bag from the other's hand, and helped Jiang Zhiyu sit down in the back row.

He drew the curtains on that side of the car to make sure no cameras following the car could capture the scene.

"Take off your coat first," Mi Lan said softly.

Jiang Zhiyu obediently followed the other person's movements and took off his somewhat bulky uniform jacket, revealing the shirt underneath, with specks of blood staining the fabric near his elbows.

He knew that Mi Lan was the only one among everyone present who knew about the scar on his arm, so he didn't try to hide it from her.

Jiang Zhiyu was unaware of what happened next.

He only knew that he was mechanically cooperating with Mi Lan's actions, ignoring even the stinging pain of the iodine being applied to his wound, and he didn't show any extra expression throughout the whole process.

Because at that time, his condition was really not very good.

Only he knew that even his breathing was trembling slightly, and his back was already soaked with layers of cold sweat, mixed with icy rainwater, sticking to his skin, feeling both cold and stuffy.

A piercing pain spread from the spot where he had bumped his head, drilling straight into his temples, the dense, dull pain repeatedly pulling at his consciousness.

His mouth and nose felt like they were covered by a wet cloth, and every breath was taken with all his might. The overwhelming feeling of suffocation clung to him, and the intense sense of impending death made him want to vomit.

The carriage was very quiet.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the car window with his eyes closed, trying to control every breath.

"Where's your medicine?" a low voice came from beside me.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw that the person next to him had been replaced by Wei Shuang.

Mi Lan's voice came from the front of the carriage, and she seemed to be asking the staff about how to handle the situation, along with others.

Jiang Zhiyu slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting Wei Shuang's eyes, which clearly said, "I know you have it."

He blinked slowly, his eyes still showing unconcealed weariness. After a moment of silence, he slightly moved his fingertips, gently pointing to the uniform pocket draped over his knees.

Kui Shuang followed his fingertips to his pocket, took out a cell phone and a small strip of pills. He silently shook the pills and asked with his eyes: Is this it?

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly, the movement so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

Kui Shuang gently broke off the pills from the medicine board, then took out a bottle of mineral water from the small bag prepared by the production team for each position, unscrewed the cap, and handed the pills and water to Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu reached out and took it, his fingertips still trembling slightly. He tilted his head back, put the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it with water.

The medication didn't take effect immediately, but the moment I swallowed it, perhaps due to psychological factors, the suffocating, tense, and panicked feeling finally eased a little.

He leaned back in his seat, taking deep breaths while trying to control the volume of his heavy, drawn-out breathing. Fortunately, the torrential rain outside the car window perfectly masked his unsteady breathing.

For the rest of the journey, the two remained unusually quiet.

Jiang Zhiyu closed his eyes and leaned against the car window to rest, silently enduring the dull pain in his nerves and waiting for the medication to take effect.

Kui Shuang sat quietly beside him, motionless.

After a brief discussion, the rest of the passengers in the carriage tacitly remained silent, no one speaking for fear of disturbing him. They only occasionally glanced back at Jiang Zhiyu, their eyes filled with worry.

After a long silence, Jiang Zhiyu slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his gaze falling on Wei Shuang's calm face beside him. His voice was as soft as raindrops, with a hint of hoarseness from just recovering: "How did you know?"

He asked vaguely, but Wei Shuang understood instantly.

Wei Shuang didn't lie. She lowered her voice and said honestly, "Actually, I had vaguely heard about it before. But on the day of your first stage performance, I followed you out and saw the whole process of your illness. I'm sorry, I didn't follow you on purpose. I just felt that you didn't seem to be feeling well and wanted to see what was wrong with you."

After listening, Jiang Zhiyu chuckled softly, a hint of relief in his voice: "I was wondering why it was such a coincidence."

Kui Shuang sighed softly, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Meanwhile, within just over ten minutes, live stream recordings and videos of the scene at the entrance of the recording base went viral online. Footage of Jiang Zhiyu being surrounded and pulled, being hit on the forehead by a camera, and kneeling on the ground spread across the entire internet in seconds, causing a huge uproar.