The girl, who had just been chatting and laughing in mid-air, was now lying on the ground in a bloody mess. She fell from the air due to the Weya, and by chance, a prop on the ground cut her lower jaw.

The oozing blood stained her emerald green dress, and even the white flowers on the costume were stained with blood-stained mottled patterns. Indira's incident threw the entire crew into a panic. Lucia acted promptly and ran to the props and costumes, tearing one of the costumes into pieces of cloth.

Then she crouched beside the unconscious Indira, holding the strip, and said, "Tighten it a little, stop her bleeding first."

This area was connected to the major artery, and a slight mistake could lead to her death. Lucia did not dare to be negligent and could only rely on the first aid knowledge she had learned in her previous life to deal with Indira first.

Bella stood aside, his eyes fixed on Lucia, not expecting that she could perform first aid? Beside the feeble and pale Indira, Lucia seemed to be enveloped in a halo, like a beautiful angel, racing against time to carry the weight of life.

The director looked at Lucia on the ground and couldn't help feeling grateful. He could talk about acting, but he was really bad at first aid. Fortunately, the crew had Lucia. Otherwise, if someone died right after the start of filming, the news would have spread and "The Long Song of the World" would have been ruined.

120 rushed over at the fastest speed, Lucia watched the nurse send Indira away with her own eyes, and only then did she breathe a little relief and avoid the crowd to the scene of the accident.

How could it be so coincidental that the pressure was broken? Generally speaking, the production team of the costume drama will check the Weya repeatedly. Could it be... Man-made disaster?

Today's shooting has been suspended because some actors were injured. A few days later, Lucia bought some fine fruit to visit Indira in the hospital.

When she came to the ward, the doctor was giving her medicine. Seeing someone visiting, he gave her a few words and then left.

Lucia placed the fruit on the bedside table and looked at Indira, whose cheeks were bandaged and whose eyes were vacant and listless as she gazed out of the window at the green leaves.

Before she could speak, Indira's voice came, "I heard from the nurse that if you hadn't taken the first aid, I might have asked the King of Hell for an autograph, thank you."

She tried to make her voice smile, but Lucia could still tell it was crying.

"Anyone who knows first aid would do that." Lucia said in a soft voice, reaching out to touch her hair, "You need to get well soon."

Indira listened to Lucia's heartfelt consolation, and her eyes immediately welled up like a wounded little beast in urgent need of comfort, looking at Lucia with tearful eyes blurred.

"Sister Lucia, I'll never get up again. The doctor said I'm disfigured and I can't act anymore." Indira clung to Lucia tightly, like a drowning person clinging to a life-saving driftwood, and sowed in a low voice.

The doctor told her that there would be a huge scar on her face. To make it completely intact, she would have to use the most advanced medicine for treatment; otherwise, she would have to go abroad for plastic surgery. But the cost of the treatment would be astronomical for an ordinary Indira family.

The thought of seeing terrifying scars on her face in the mirror every morning made her wish to die immediately. For entertainers, the face is a stepping stone, and without a good appearance, her acting career is completely ruined.

She's only nineteen years old. Why did this happen to her?

Lucia gently held her in her arms, allowing Indira to vent in her own, knowing the importance of appearance in this circle, not to mention the entertainment circle, even in ordinary life, girls who are disfigured are more or less discriminated against.

In a trance, she thought of her former self, who was also disfigured by Faye. Back then, every morning when she got up, she would touch a face that didn't belong to her in front of the mirror, let the pain wander in her heart, but she didn't even have the right to shout.

Indira cried for a long time and was tired. During that time, Lucia said nothing because she knew that what Indira needed most now was understanding and company. After comforting Indira to rest, she left the ward to consult a doctor.

When she returned, Lucia was preoccupied and the door was slightly ajar, allowing her to see the producer talking to Indira in the room. She knew the situation and did not go in, but secretly hid at the door to eavesdrop.

"Indira, I hope you can understand the production team's decision. We've fired a prop crew member, and as for your medical expenses... This is the fault of the prop team staff and you can Sue for compensation through legal means."

The producer said it as a matter of course, his eyes full of coldness, and with just a few words, he shirked all the responsibility of the entire crew.

The implication: It's all the crew's fault. You can Sue him for compensation. How much you can pay is up to the court's opinion and has nothing to do with the crew.

Indira froze in place, pricked by the producer's indifference, she was clearly injured during the filming process and thus disfigured and had her role changed.

As a result, the production team didn't even want to pay and just said a few nonchalant words, hoping that she would make a big deal out of it.

Don't they even have the slightest awareness of ruining someone's life?

Lucia laughed sarcastically, her fists clenched involuntarily and her knuckles turned pale.

She was well aware of how ugly the faces of these people were. They were only interested in valuable artists and would only give you a look when you could make money for them.

No one cares about your life or death, but have they ever thought that the prosperous life they are enjoying is not the result of the hard work of a group of hardworking little artists?

You just focus on your recovery for now. Your role will be taken over by Miss Faye. The entire crew is going crazy because of your injury. Who knows what would have happened if Miss Lucia hadn't stepped in at the last minute.

The workload of the screenwriter has also increased a lot, and they are now starting to revise the script to add more scenes. We've lost a lot of money because of this."

There was no trace of sadness in the producer's eyes. He had no time to talk much to this disfigured and unprofitable little artist. He just wanted to remind her to recognize her position and not to do something thankless.

Indira, of course, knew what the producer meant and sat dejected on the bed, her heart aching a thousand times more than her face.

Lucia watched all this calmly, knowing in her heart how Faye could be so coincidentally in this production again?

Or perhaps it was all her own scheme. Because of her own rebellion, she lost the lead actress and the chance to stay in the cast of "Long Song of the World", so she resorted to any means to snatch the fourth female lead? that's really her style.