It was thirty hours later when Yuan Ye's plane finally landed. Due to the local thunderstorm, all flights had been grounded, and no matter what Yuan Ye tried, he couldn't leave.

On the phone, Ji Xiaotao spoke in a dry tone, "...Brother Yuan, don't worry."

Yuan Ye responded with a simple "Mm" and said, "Call me immediately if anything comes up."

"Don't worry, Brother Ye," Ji Xiaotao said.

Yuan Ye's voice was hoarse, but it remained calm and steady. Ji Xiaotao wanted to keep talking to him, as if talking to him would bring peace to his mind.

At the beginning, besides the crew, there was only Ji Xiaotao in the hospital, handling everything on his own. He was able to hold up well, but no matter how strong he appeared, he was also anxious and scared. The only two people he could truly rely on were Geng Jinwei and Yuan Ye.

However, both of them were not present. But listening to their calmness on the phone, it was like as long as they were not worried, nothing major would happen. Ji Xiaotao was willing to believe that the worst scenario would not happen, and he could handle everything else.

Geng Jinwei arrived in the middle of the night on the first day, and by the time Ji Xiaotao saw him, his throat was already too hoarse to speak. Geng Jinwei's face was as still as a dead pond, and his eyes swept through the hospital corridor like a knife, cutting across the faces of everyone. He didn't respond to any greetings, and went straight to the set director, grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up before punching him twice in the chest with deadly force.

"President Geng, President Geng..." No one dared to intervene or try to stop him. Ji Xiaotao even felt a twisted sense of pleasure as each punch from Geng Jinwei brought him satisfaction. He leaned against the opposite wall, coldly watching, watching him keep hitting as though he wouldn't stop until the other man was dead.

Fang Shaoyi's fate was uncertain at the moment. As long as he was alive, everything would be fine. But if something really happened to him, no one would be safe. The driver of the set's car would be the first to go, and even the set director wouldn't be able to escape.

The car that was carrying the dismantled bridge debris was going too fast, and when it suddenly blew a tire at a turn, the whole car lost control and crashed out. Two houses collapsed, but luckily Fang Shaoyi and two other actors were not too close to the roadside, otherwise they might not even need to be sent to the hospital.

With such a big incident, almost all the important members of the crew were present, and the small area in front of the emergency room was crowded with people. Director Wei must have been there too, looking old and haggard.

Later, he went over and stopped Geng Jinwei, who had bloodshot eyes, and shook his head silently.

Geng Jinwei no longer cared about saving face for anyone. He stopped only because he couldn't kill the man, and for no other reason.

Afterwards, Geng Jinwei walked over and wrapped his arm around Ji Xiaotao, giving him a firm pat on the back. Ji Xiaotao's lips were split in several places, and his voice trembled as he spoke to Geng Jinwei: "Brother Geng, I...I'm really scared."

Geng Jinwei let go of him and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Yuan Ye told Ji Xiaotao to inform him immediately if anything happened, and he kept his phone in his hand at all times. Even during the few hours on the plane, Yuan Ye never put down his phone. He was afraid that Ji Xiaotao wouldn't be able to find him, but he had never been so afraid of a phone call before.

At this moment, receiving a phone call may not be a good thing. Yuan Ye hadn't even thought about how he would react if the phone really did ring. But fortunately, the first call he made after getting off the plane was to Ji Xiaotao, who immediately said, "Don't worry, Brother Ye, things are stable for now."

"Stable for now" may only be temporary, but for Yuan Ye, it was enough. He told Ji Xiaotao, "I still need two more hours."

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Ji Xiaotao said.

There were already people waiting outside the airport, and Yuan Ye headed straight to the county hospital. When he arrived, there weren't as many people there anymore. Geng Jinwei had chased them away, leaving only six people with pale faces and a grim expression.

Yuan Ye had run upstairs, he didn't have the mood to wait for the elevator. He nodded at the director and his team, and Ji Xiaotao had already walked over to him and said, "Don't worry, Brother Ye. The doctor just said that he's still stable now."

But Ye Yuan was still panting and didn't listen to him. He asked directly, "Is he still bleeding?"

Ji Xiaotao nodded, "Yes. The doctor also asked if we should transfer him to another hospital."

"Transfer." Ye Yuan didn't even hesitate to say it, then looked at Geng Jinwei, "We have to transfer, right, Brother Geng?"

On this point, he and Geng Jinwei had the same idea. In an emergency situation, he had to be sent to a small hospital for first aid and then transferred to a larger hospital after stabilization. But the hospital still wouldn't release the patient now, as the risk of transferring was too high. They were recommended to wait a little longer.

Over the call, Yuan Ye had already learned about Fang Shaoyi's injuries. His collarbone was broken, a steel bar had pierced his right chest and punctured his lower right lung. Experts were brought in from the provincial hospital to perform surgery and repair the damage, but the results were not ideal. As for the injury on his head, it was the least severe, requiring only five stitches. The coma he experienced was likely due to a concussion.

Upon hearing this news, Yuan Ye breathed a heavy sigh of relief. With so many vital organs in the chest cavity, the phrase "steel bar piercing the chest" caused him to hold his breath for a few seconds. If the heart or arteries had been injured, it would have been unthinkable.

However, this did not mean that a lung injury was not life-threatening. It was just that, compared to other organs, it allowed Yuan Ye to breathe a little easier.

"Director," Yuan Ye walked over and spoke softly to the director and the others, "Let's not waste any words. I have only one request: the news must be kept under wraps. Not a single word can be leaked."

The producer chimed in, "Don't worry about that, Little Yuan. Nothing will be said from the crew."

Director Wei squeezed Yuan Ye's hand, but said nothing. His palm was cold, and Yuan Ye knew that the director was not any better off than anyone else. To him, Fang Shaoyi was like a son, and he was the one who pulled Fang Shaoyi into this film to save the day. Now that something had gone wrong, the director was undoubtedly the most upset.

Yuan Ye comforted him, "Everything will work out. He will be fine, and you should go back and rest."

Director Wei shook his head and sat motionless in his chair.

Yuan Ye was too calm, almost inhumanly so. Even when Geng Jinwei arrived and immediately started throwing punches, Yuan Ye remained level-headed. His eyes were fixed on the door to the intensive care unit, which was the only one in the hospital. It was a shabby place, lacking even a separate sterile room. Several critically ill patients were crammed inside.

Fang Shaoyi had yet to wake up, and every doctor who emerged from the ICU wore the same expression and gave the same answer. Yuan Ye eventually stopped asking.

But this couldn't go on forever. It had been over thirty hours, and Fang Shaoyi still hadn't opened his eyes. The blood in his drainage tube continued to flow. A superior hospital had been contacted, and an ambulance was waiting outside. Yuan Ye and Geng Jinwei were of the same mind: they couldn't wait any longer. They had to transfer Fang Shaoyi to another hospital immediately.

The form was brought over by a young doctor, who requested the family's signature. Yuan Ye stood up and reached out to take it. The doctor hesitated for a moment, but Yuan Ye said, "Give it to me."

The doctor handed it over, and Yuan Ye quickly wrote his name in the name field. But when he got to the "relationship with the patient" section, Yuan Ye's hand began to shake as if he had been stabbed in the eye.

The doctor had been watching him the whole time and now asked tentatively, "You and the patient are no longer spouses, right?"

Yuan Ye had been awake for dozens of hours, and his eyes were already red. He looked straight at the doctor, a little intimidating, but also strangely pitiful. The doctor silently took the form from his hand and turned to hand it to Geng Jinwei. Geng Jinwei took the document and glanced at Yuan Ye before signing his name.

From the moment he received the phone call, Yuan Ye had remained calm and composed. He spoke and handled everything rationally, as if he believed it was just a small matter and there was no need to panic.

But this transfer document seemed to shatter Yuan Ye's composure, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably.

"Brother Ye..." Ji Xiaotao called out to him.

Yuan Ye snapped out of his daze, looked at him, and then stiffly made his way to the stairwell. He reached into his pocket, searching for a cigarette, but found none.

Leaning against the wall, Yuan Ye slowly crouched down, his arms covering his head as he curled up into a defensive posture against the world.

Lying inside was Fang Shaoyi, the lover that Yuan Ye had loved for eighteen years.

If he had even a headache or fever, Yuan Ye would already make a big deal out of it. But now he was unconscious in the intensive care unit with a fever that wouldn't go down even at forty degrees Celsius. He had various tubes and drainage pipes sticking out of his body, constantly drawing blood.

With Fang Shaoyi lying there like this, Yuan Ye couldn't even sign for him. The people present, Geng Jinwei, Ji Xiaotao, and even the director, all had more authority to sign than him. What could Yuan Ye write in the "relationship with the patient" section? Ex-husband? Friend?

It was too ridiculous, too cruel.

The ambulance rushed through the green lanes all the way to the city, and when the stretcher was being taken to the emergency room, a young doctor pulled the blanket over the face of the person on the stretcher.

The hospital was bustling with people, and Fang Shaoyi's face had to be hidden from view. Even Yuan Ye and Ji Xiaotao covered their faces. The doctor only meant well.

However, Yuan Ye didn't even have time to react before the doctor covered Fang Shaoyi's face, and he immediately uncovered it and used his own coat to cover him instead. A white sheet over his face was too harsh on the eyes. Fang Shaoyi's face had lost all color, and it wouldn't do to cover him with white again.

The patient had been transferred and his vital signs were stable on the way here, which was somewhat reassuring. Before the stretcher was pushed in, Yuan Ye ignored the doctor's objections and leaned in to touch Fang Shaoyi's face, his eyelids trembling and his eyelashes brushing against Fang Shaoyi's face.

Ji Xiaotao's nose suddenly felt sour, and he turned his head to wipe his eyes.

That day, Yuan Ye whispered in Fang Shaoyi's ear, "I'm giving you all the light I have left... I have no more light."