A top star in the Chinese entertainment industry, but also a Taoist priest.

Chen Shouyi raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need to say anything more, walked over to Yao Yichen and squatted down. Yao Yichen's face was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were white.

"Daoist, Daoist Master—" Yao Yichen said with difficulty.

"Don't speak." Chen Shouyi squatted down and placed two fingers on Yao Yichen's wrist. The pulse was thin and weak, indicating stagnation of qi and blood, a typical pulse pattern after a fracture.

The right ankle joint is severely swollen with obvious subcutaneous bruising. Visually, the joint appears to be dislocated, but there is no open wound, so emergency surgery is not required at this time.

Chen Shouyi withdrew his fingers, raised his right hand, and joined his index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger, gently touching the Xuehai acupoint three inches above Yao Yichen's right knee.

This temporarily seals up the bruising and swelling in the fracture area, which will greatly reduce the pain.

Yao Yichen felt the burning pain in his ankle subside by more than half. He stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Chen Shouyi stood up and looked at Zhao Mingyuan and Xu Huikang: "Bone injury, ankle fracture and ligament sprain. He needs to be taken to the hospital immediately for bone setting. It is not advisable to move his right foot any further."

Zhao Mingyuan quickly took out his phone and continued to urge the ambulance. Xu Huikang had someone find some prop wooden planks to use as temporary splints, and then directed several stagehands to move a nearby unused makeshift stretcher over.

Chen Shouyi quickly gave Yao Yichen a simple temporary fixation, and several stagehands carefully lifted him onto a stretcher and headed towards the side door. The ambulance was almost there.

After treating the wounded, Xu Huikang watched the stretcher being carried away, but his anxiety only increased.

"Old Zhao, the person has been taken to the hospital, but what about the Zhuo Yun lead?" He turned to Zhao Mingyuan: "He'll need at least three or four months to recover, and the show can't wait."

Zhao Mingyuan was also wringing his hands in worry: "Can we transfer people from other groups?"

"All the actors for all the groups have been cast. Who can spare the time to wait for us?" Xu Huikang shook his head.

"Moreover, the character Zhuo Yun is a demon hunter, so he needs to have a cool and aloof demeanor, and he also has a lot of action scenes. Whether the person brought in at the last minute can play this role is another matter."

He sighed and glanced aimlessly around the film set.

Then it stopped.

Not far away, Chen Shouyi was talking to Chen Yao.

Ever since watching the religious ceremony that day, she has been unsure how to face Chen Shouyi.

These past two days, whenever she saw the Taoist priest passing by the shantytown from afar, she would subconsciously take a longer route. Jin Chen laughed at her, saying she was avoiding her creditors, but she didn't dare to reply.

This is so shameful, just thinking about it makes me want to dig my toes out of Hengdian World Studios.

Chen Yao saw Chen Shouyi arrive while she was resting nearby. She had witnessed the whole thing when Yao Yichen fell and was a little frightened.

She didn't dare to approach Chen Shouyi while he was treating the wounded. After Chen Shouyi finished his work, she hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

Perhaps because a few days had passed, the embarrassment had lessened somewhat, and since Jin Chen and Nazha weren't around, she didn't need to explain anything.

Chen Yao was still wearing the costume of Hua Yue, a light blue wide-sleeved long dress that made her look exceptionally pretty.

Chen Shouyi's gaze fell on her, and he smiled slightly, speaking first: "Benefactor Chen, your attire today suits you very well."

Chen Yao blushed slightly, subconsciously looked down at her costume, and then looked up again: "Daoist Master, we meet again."

"There's no need for you to hide, benefactor," Chen Shouyi glanced at her. "As I said, there's no need to feel embarrassed about things you can't remember."

"I've already seen the video. I've been watching Nazha's video and she deleted it, but she said..."

Chen Yao lowered her head, staring at the tips of her shoes, then looked up again after a moment: "She sent you a copy too."

Chen Shouyi's lips twitched imperceptibly, but he didn't respond. The video was still quite good, and he didn't really want to delete it.

"Taoist Master... is he seriously injured?" Chen Yao asked, changing the subject when Chen Shouyi didn't respond, regaining some composure.

Chen Shouyi nodded: "It's quite serious, you'll need to rest for a few months."

Chen Yao couldn't help but say, still shaken, "I really didn't expect it to turn out like this..."

"Unexpected things can happen at any time. That's how it is when filming. Minor bumps and bruises are inevitable," Chen Shouyi comforted her.

Just as Chen Yao was about to say something, his gaze passed over Chen Shouyi's shoulder and he saw a figure walking over from the other side.

Zhang Ruoyun, dressed in Liu Zigu's costume—a moon-white cross-collar robe, her hair neatly tied in a scholar's bun—walked over with a script in her hand, her steps unhurried.

His features are delicate and clean, and his temperament is gentle. This costume does indeed give him a scholarly air.

"Ruoyun." Chen Yao nodded to him and greeted him.

Zhang Ruoyun walked closer, smiled at Chen Yao first, then looked at Chen Shouyi and cupped her hands in a respectful greeting.

"Master Daoist, we meet again."

He and Chen Shouyi had bumped into each other several times on set in the past few days. Although they hadn't had a deep conversation, they had long since moved beyond being strangers.

Having already had his palm read by the Taoist priest, he had always been somewhat curious about this priest. Seeing the priest stop Yao Yichen's pain with just two fingers from afar only fueled his curiosity.

"Benefactor Zhang." Chen Shouyi nodded slightly.

Zhang Ruoyun sized him up, then glanced at Chen Yao, and smiled meaningfully: "Did I interrupt your conversation?"

Chen Yao quickly replied, "No, no, we were talking about Yao Yichen's fall and injury earlier."

Zhang Ruoyun gave a wry smile and sat down on the prop box next to her. "Yao Yichen is really unlucky. I heard you reminded him just a few days ago."

Chen Yao sighed softly: "He insists on being stubborn, and he won't listen to Director Xu's advice."

"That's how it is when filming action scenes. Sometimes you think you can do it, but your body might not be able to," Zhang Ruoyun said, shaking her head.

"However, Zhuo Yun's character has quite a few action scenes, and with him injured now, Director Xu must be having a real headache."

As the three were talking, not far away, Xu Huikang's gaze never left Chen Shouyi. He crossed his arms and thoughtfully examined the figure, his eyes growing brighter with each glance.

He was just talking to Zhao Mingyuan about the casting of Zhuo Yun, saying that there was simply no time to find an actor at the last minute.

Then he immediately spotted Chen Shouyi standing next to Chen Yao. Wasn't that a ready-made "demon-catching Taoist priest"?

"Old Zhao," Xu Huikang moved closer to Zhao Mingyuan, "do you still remember the ritual the Taoist priest performed?"

"I didn't just watch it, I stood in the front row the whole time, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets," Zhao Mingyuan said, getting excited as he spoke, then paused, "Why are you asking about this?"

"Look at the Taoist priest's appearance. Zhuo Yun is a Taoist priest who catches demons. The Taoist priest's qualifications are simply straight out of a script."

Zhao Mingyuan opened his mouth, comparing Zhuo Yun's persona with Chen Shouyi's appearance in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.

Yao Yichen's face is rather gentle, which is a bit lacking for playing a Taoist priest who catches demons, but the aura of the Taoist priest himself is so strong that everyone who sees him would say that he is a real Taoist priest who has come down from the mountain, and even the budget for costumes and props can be saved a lot.

"You make it sound so easy," Zhao Mingyuan said hesitantly. "The Taoist priest isn't an actor. He wouldn't even agree to a cameo role when you asked me to, but he'll agree to a lead role?"

"How will we know if we don't try? He's right here. Let's go over and talk to him. What if it works out?" Xu Huikang gave him a push.

Zhao Mingyuan hesitated for a moment. Well, if he said it, it wouldn't really matter, but if he didn't say it, then there would be no chance. So he made up his mind.

"Okay, I'll go ask."

The two approached Chen Shouyi, and Zhao Mingyuan spoke first: "Daoist Master, thank you so much for what happened earlier. The person has been taken to the hospital."

Chen Shouyi nodded: "That's good."

After saying this, Zhao Mingyuan exchanged a glance with Xu Huikang and coughed lightly: "Daoist Master, there is something else I would like to discuss with you."

Chen Shouyi could roughly guess what he was going to say from his hesitant expression.

"Please speak frankly, Benefactor Zhao."

Zhao Mingyuan nudged Xu Huikang with his elbow. Xu Huikang coughed and took over the conversation:

"Master, Yao Yichen's injury is so severe that it will take a hundred days to recover, and at least three or four months to heal."

His role is the demon-hunting Taoist priest in the "Axiu" segment. Although his screen time isn't extensive, he's present throughout the entire story, and every day of filming stoppage is a waste of money.

He paused, looked at Chen Shouyi, and his attitude was sincere:

"Just now on the slope, the Taoist's skills and demeanor were amazing. Old Zhao and I couldn't help but feel that the role of Zhuo Yun was practically tailor-made for you."

Zhao Mingyuan quickly chimed in, "Yes, Daoist Master, although Zhuo Yun is a supporting character, every scene he plays is connected to the main plot. If it were another actor, they would have to work out the relationship."

Chen Yao understood as well. Her gaze fell on Chen Shouyi, then she lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

"Do you two mean for me to play Zhuo Yun?" Chen Shouyi asked.