Fire
Bend down and kiss her ankle
At three o’clock in the afternoon, the sunlight gradually weakened, but inside the studio, there were several high-powered lamps for lighting, causing the studio temperature to be a few degrees higher than other places. Many people changed into summer short sleeves.
Lan Zhou stood a hundred meters away, hands behind her back, gazing at the burning studio in the distance: “This scene is shot quite convincingly.”
In the distance, fierce flames burned, and thick smoke rolled.
This was a fire accident set in the script.
Standing beside her, Lu Yinxi also got up from the lounge chair, looking over, eyebrows slightly furrowed: “This is too realistic… wasn’t it said that most of it relies on post-production special effects? Why did they make such a big fire for real? If it’s not controlled well, it’s too dangerous; there are still children inside…”
As soon as the words fell, several cries of alarm suddenly came from within the studio—
“Fire! Quickly get out!”
“Stop filming! It’s a real fire! Quickly bring the fire extinguisher!”
“Quick, quick call the police! Fire!”
The scene suddenly turned into chaos, with screams and cries one after another.
Lan Zhou and Lu Yinxi exchanged a glance and ran over together.
Director Qian of Group B picked up a megaphone and shouted: “Don’t panic, don’t panic! I’ve already called 119 and 120! People inside, quickly come out! Props team, bring the fire extinguishers to put out the fire!”
A male actor ran out from the studio, leading two children.
People hurriedly gathered around to check the children’s wounds.
The male actor, having narrowly escaped, collapsed on the ground, his legs too weak to stand.
The two children, still terrified, cried loudly.
The assistant director anxiously stomped his feet: “There are still two kids?”
There were a total of four child actors arranged, all under seven years old.
The male actor reached out and pointed to the burning studio, gasping: “Still, still inside, didn’t run out…”
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, with a “plop” sound, Lan Zhou jumped into a nearby artificial pool, soaking her whole body. She stood up and rushed into the burning studio.
To set up the ward, the film crew had prepared many white sheets and quilts.
Lu Yinxi decisively tied up her hair, grabbed a sheet, also jumped into the pool, then stood up and wrapped the soaked sheet around her body. She also took a soaked mask, covered her mouth and nose, and rushed in.
Rolling thick smoke carrying the smell of burning rushed toward them, with crackling sparks exploding in front of their eyes. They could vaguely hear crying and shouting inside.
Lu Yinxi called out the names of the two child actors.
Lan Zhou loudly responded: “Here! On the far left!”
Lu Yinxi ran over and saw Lan Zhou holding a wailing child in each hand.
She quickly picked up one, and Lan Zhou picked up the other, then they ran towards the exit.
Lu Yinxi led the way in front.
“Careful!” Lan Zhou pulled her backward.
A piece of fiercely burning ceiling fell with a “pop” and hit the ground, blocking the way.
Sweat rolled down in big drops from Lu Yinxi’s forehead, her face pale as she forced herself to remain calm, saying: “Thank you… we need to move faster, it’s about to collapse.”
The studio’s ceiling was simply constructed, connected by bolts and easy to loosen. Once burned, it became even more fragile.
The exit they just used was blocked, so the four of them—two adults and two children—crouched down, huddled in a corner, trying to recall if there was another exit.
Thick smoke blocked their vision, with visibility less than a meter.
The two could only rely on their memory to recall the position.
Lu Yinxi suddenly remembered: “On the left, there’s still a side door on the left.”
Lan Zhou asked: “Are you sure?”
Lu Yinxi’s gaze was firm: “Sure.”
The two of them, holding the children, stood up and groped their way, also searching for any trapped people.
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They groped their way to the left side door.
The two exchanged a surprised glance and then ran out the door.
Just as they ran out, a few steps away, they turned back to see the sky lit up with flames, sweeping across, connecting and spreading, as several nearby studios were engulfed together.
Luckily…
A few steps later and they wouldn’t have made it out…
Courage almost exhausted, her legs weak and powerless, Lu Yinxi dropped the sheet, set down the girl in her arms, and bent over, supporting her knees to catch her breath.
People were densely packed around her, mouths open, seemingly saying something to her, but she couldn’t quite hear.
Had she inhaled too much toxic gas, leaving her disoriented?
The girl beside her lay on the ground crying.
Lu Yinxi listened to her crying, gradually regaining her senses.
She pulled her along and ran a bit further, then crouched down, lifted her clothes, and checked her face, limbs, chest, and back, asking: “Is there anywhere burned or scalded?”
The little girl pointed to her calf.
The calf area of her pants had obvious burn marks. Lu Yinxi lifted it to look and found her calf from knee to ankle was all red.
Lan Zhou said: “Earlier, her calf pants were burning.”
Director Qian asked the staff to bring soy sauce, toothpaste, and ice over: “Quick, quick, quick, wherever is burned or scalded, apply some! 120 is on the way!”
Lu Yinxi turned her head and shouted: “Don’t apply random stuff, and don’t use ice directly. For burns or scalds, go under the faucet and rinse with cold water!”
Applying random substances to burns or scalds has no beneficial effect; it can easily cause infection and affect a doctor’s assessment of the injury. Ice is too cold and can also frostbite the skin.
After speaking, Lu Yinxi picked up the child and headed straight for the outdoor faucet.
She ran too fast, and as she rushed past, there was some scattered sand beside the faucet. She accidentally slipped and fell.
She didn’t care about herself, quickly got up, checked the child for injuries, confirmed there were no external wounds, and let the child stand under the faucet, turning on cold water to continuously rinse her calf.
At this moment, Chu Yan rushed over from Group A to check the wounds of the injured one by one.
Those with limb burns went under the faucet to rinse, while those with body burns, unable to get to the faucet, had their clothes carefully cut away and used cold water to continuously wash until the ambulance arrived.
The assistant director counted the people and found that there were still some extras trapped inside.
The fire brigade had already arrived, and everyone gathered outside to watch the firefighters extinguish the large fire.
The injured were gradually transported to a nearby hospital.
Those who managed to escape mostly had mild burns, requiring only simple treatment at the hospital; firefighters also rescued some people; but the extras still inside were in a life-or-death situation.
“Xiaolu, your phone!” Amidst the chaos, the producer urgently handed over a phone, “Your phone? Have you called your family to come?”
Lu Yinxi subconsciously touched her pocket.
The pocket was empty.
She looked at the fire scene.
Left inside?
It had already turned into a pile of ashes.
It’s a pity, the phone’s notes had recorded many things about this world…
“Maybe it fell inside.” Lu Yinxi took the producer’s phone.
Maybe it’s Jian Qing’s.
At this moment, what she most wanted to hear was Jian Qing’s voice.
“Hello, Xiaolu, I heard your crew caught fire? Are you injured?”
On the other end came Wei Mingming’s voice.
“I’m fine…” Lu Yinxi lowered her head and lifted her pant leg.
Only the knee area was scraped, with a little blood.
She asked Wei Mingming: “How do you have our group’s producer’s number?”
“That guy Zhang Yue heard your crew caught fire and couldn’t reach you, so he came back and told the boss about it. The boss made a call and got your crew producer’s number. Originally, she wanted to call you herself, but a patient happened to vomit blood, so she went to check and asked me to inquire.”
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Lu Yinxi lowered her head and kicked her toe: “Oh… I’m fine, the phone probably fell in the burning studio. Thank you, Mingming, also let Teacher Jian know not to worry, the firefighters and 120 all came.”
Wei Mingming: “Mm-hmm, then take care of yourself.”
After a few reminders, Wei Mingming hung up the phone.
After two hours, by evening, the fire was finally extinguished.
The director and production team completed their records and went to the hospital to visit the injured at the first opportunity.
Lan Zhou, as one of the leads, also went to express sympathy.
Lu Yinxi followed her to the affiliated first hospital in the city district.
Fortunately, there were no fatalities.
Most personnel have first-degree burns, a few staff have light second-degree burns, and two extras have deep second-degree burns. The producer and the injured guarantee to bear all subsequent medical expenses and make compensation according to relevant regulations.
After leaving the hospital, Lu Yinxi went to the mall, bought a new phone and a new number, then immediately saved Jian Qing’s number, and walked to Jian Qing’s apartment, planning to personally tell her the new number.
Just as she took the elevator upstairs and walked out of the elevator entrance, she directly encountered Jian Qing carrying several bags and ready to go out.
Jian Qing saw her, stopped her steps, and looked her up and down.
Lu Yinxi saw her and coldly snorted, asking: “You’re urgently going out, where to?”
Her tone had a hint of complaint.
She complained that Jian Qing didn’t understand how to care or greet people and that she wasn’t the first to call, but instead let Wei Mingming contact her.
At that moment, what she most wanted to hear was Jian Qing’s voice.
Rationally, she could accept that during work hours Jian Qing put work first, but emotionally, she couldn’t help but feel sad and disappointed.
Jian Qing didn’t answer, nor did she waste time on greetings, and directly dragged her into the home.
Lu Yinxi was still limping a bit while walking, and Jian Qing’s gaze fell on her leg. She pressed her onto the sofa to sit down and lifted her pant leg to check.
Both knees had two pieces of gauze, stained red with blood.
From the bags she had just brought, Jian Qing took out medicine and disinfectant, placed them on the table, put on medical gloves, and washed her hands.
Lu Yinxi flipped through Jian Qing’s bag, and inside, besides the medicine, was also a brand-new phone.
She softened her voice and asked Jian Qing: “Were you just about to come find me?”
She had also prepared medicine and a new phone for her.
Jian Qing gave a small nod and said: “The wound needs to be re-treated; there’s sand that hasn’t been picked out.”
Lu Yinxi pulled her foot back: “I want to take a bath first; my whole body smells burnt, it’s uncomfortable.”
She herself went to the bathroom in Jian Qing’s bedroom, filled the bathtub with hot water and bubbles, and tried to bend her knees to avoid touching the water.
Jian Qing moved a small chair and sat by the bathtub, watching Lu Yinxi bathe.
Her body was almost covered by foam, and this time Lu Yinxi didn’t feel much shyness.
She still hadn’t completely recovered from the afternoon’s fire and was somewhat afraid.
Afraid that she would never see Jian Qing again.
Now, with Jian Qing truly staying by her side and watching her, she felt an unprecedented peace.
She didn’t expect Jian Qing to have much feeling about her wound; for doctors who have been in oncology for a long time, as long as it doesn’t involve life or death, this kind of abrasion doesn’t really count as an injury.
Jian Qing turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and said: “I’ll help you wash your hair.”
Lu Yinxi soaked until her face was completely red, and agreed with a small nod.
Her head rested on the edge of the bathtub, her long black thick hair lay between Jian Qing’s arms, gradually wetted by the warm water.
The hair strands were covered with white foam, and slender fingers shuttled between them, occasionally gently massaging her scalp.
Lu Yinxi closed her eyes, feeling comfortably drowsy.
In a daze, she asked Jian Qing: “Have you washed other girls’ hair before?”
So skilled…
“Mm.”
Lu Yinxi softly hummed: “No wonder the technique is so skilled.”
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Jian Qing explained: “I used to wash my sister’s hair.”
It’s family, not some other ambiguous figure.
Lu Yinxi then didn’t mind.
After coming out of the bathroom, she lay on Jian Qing’s leg again, letting her help dry her hair, while she chattered on.
She didn’t talk about rescuing people in the fire or risking her life, just rested on her leg and talked about the fear she felt at that time.
Jian Qing fiddled with her hair and listened patiently.
After drying her hair, Jian Qing began to treat Lu Yinxi’s knee wound.
To divert her attention from the stinging sensation, Lu Yinxi began to browse her phone.
The video of the fire scene spread online, with netizens guessing which crew had caught fire.
Some of the stars’ fans were worried, while others denied it, clarifying that it wasn’t their own star’s crew that caught fire.
Jian Qing picked out the small gravel embedded in the flesh, carefully cleaning and disinfecting the wound.
After cleaning, just as Lu Yinxi was about to pull back, Jian Qing suddenly pinched her foot and leaned down to kiss her ankle.
The author has something to say:
I’m not home yet and have to catch a plane later. This chapter was typed intermittently on my phone. What you’re seeing is a freshly baked chapter written at the airport, featuring the fire scene, hahaha~
With limited energy, I’ve delayed you for several days. I’m truly sorry (bows _(:з」∠)_).