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[You were once my only light, now I am your pi—an infinite loop, never to be separated.]

The stage lights poured down like a torrential downpour, and the screams of 50,000 people nearly lifted the roof off the stadium.

Zhou Ai stood on the elevator platform, sweat trickling down his jawline, refracting into tiny sparkles under the spotlight.

This is his first solo concert this year, and also a commemorative performance marking his fifth anniversary in the industry.

"The next song is my favorite from my solo album 'Chasing the Light,' which I released this year."

Zhou Ai, panting, gently plucked the strings and leaned forward into the microphone, saying, "Dedicated to everyone here."

The audience erupted in even louder screams.

Zhou Ai curled the corners of her lips, her eyes, known as the "King of Gu," narrowed slightly, shimmering with an amber light under the lamp.

As the music began, Zhou Ai closed her eyes, her voice low and gentle: "Until I fall into the net set by fate..."

Just as he reached the climax of the chorus, an ominous cracking sound suddenly came from the stage beneath his feet.

Before Zhou Ai could react, she plummeted down the collapsing elevator platform.

At the last moment, he instinctively covered his head, surrounded by screams and the grating sound of metal twisting.

The pain overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

-

Chu Yi had just taken off his blood-stained gloves when a few strands of hair, damp with sweat, stuck to his brow bone.

The cold white light of the emergency room stung his eyes, and he could hear the beeping of the monitors and the hurried footsteps of his colleagues.

He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took two gulps. His Adam's apple bobbed, and the icy water slid down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the stuffy heat in his chest.

The murmurs from the nurses' station drifted over from behind me, muffled by the ticking of the monitors.

"Holy crap, Zhou Ai's in trouble!"

Chu Yi's fingers suddenly tightened, and the plastic bottle made a slight crunching sound in his palm.

The lounge was empty. Chu Yi closed the door behind her and knelt down on one knee, leaning against the metal cabinet.

My phone screen lit up; Weibo's trending topics had exploded, each one marked with the glaring "explosive" button, followed by the same name—#ZhouAiStageAccident#, #ZhouAiFalls#, #ZhouAiSentToHospital#...

He clicked on the video that had already surpassed 50 million views.

In the video, the stage lights are still dazzling. Zhou Ai stands on the rising platform, his fingers holding the microphone with distinct knuckles. He has just sung a high note, his voice clear and affectionate.

The next second, the ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed, and Zhou Ai plummeted to the ground without warning. The camera shook violently, filled with screams, the sound of metal breaking, and the shouts of the staff, before finally freezing on a chaotic darkness.

Chu Yi's fingertips unconsciously caressed the screen, her breathing slightly sluggish.

I only watched the beginning of the video when a nurse's voice came from outside the door: "Dr. Chu! The patient in bed number 3 has unstable blood pressure!"

Chu Yi locked the screen with one hand, stood up, and the movement was so fluid that it was as if the pause just now had never happened.

-

Half an hour later, a commotion broke out in the emergency room lobby.

"It's Zhou Ai..." a nurse muttered quietly.

"Why are you sending it here?"

"Of course, this is the closest place to the stadium. Where else would we send it?"

Zhou Ai's manager, Xu Yang, hurried over, clutching a stack of test results, his forehead covered in sweat: "Doctor, please take a look. What are the CT scan results? How serious is it? He has a tour next week..."

Chu Yi took the order, quickly scanned the images, and said calmly, "Nothing serious, just a mild concussion and soft tissue contusion in the left arm."

After saying that, he walked towards Zhou Ai in her wheelchair.

The man had his head down, his black baseball cap pulled low, obscuring most of his face, revealing only his pale jaw and tightly pursed lips.

Chu Yi bent down and took off Zhou Ai's baseball cap, then reached out and brushed away the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead.

A wound about three centimeters long ran across the brow bone. The blood had congealed, but the flesh was slightly turned outward, making it particularly glaring in the cold light.

His fingertips lightly touched the edge of the wound. Zhou Ai's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't flinch.

"This opening needs to be fixed."

-

"I'm going to start disinfecting now. If you feel any discomfort, please let me know immediately and don't move around unnecessarily."

After speaking warning words to Zhou Ai, who was lying on the debridement bed, Chu Yi calmly put on sterile gloves, his eyes eerily calm.

Chu Yi bent down to check Zhou Ai's forehead wound, which was relatively clean and free of dirt or sand. He then took the disinfectant cotton ball handed to him by the nurse behind him and repeatedly rubbed it in circles along the wound from the center outwards to disinfect it.

"Give me a pack of 7-0 sutures." Chu Yi's voice was emotionless through her mask.

Upon hearing Chu Yi's request for the suture specifications, the nurse behind him paused in her work of unpacking the package, and asked uncertainly, "Dr. Chu, are you sure it's 7-0?"

Chu Yi's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Ai's wound. As the iodine wiped away the congealed blood, fresh blood began to flow again. He took a sterile gauze from the wound cleaning kit behind him, pressed it onto the wound, and then gave a faint "hmm."

The nurse was somewhat puzzled. Emergency room doctors rarely use such fine sutures to suture wounds in order to save time. Usually, only plastic surgeons or dermatologists would choose to use this size of suture to minimize scarring.

"Do you need anesthesia?"

Chu Yi asked twice before Zhou Ai realized that she was asking him.

"casual."

Zhou Ai's mask and hat were removed, and from this angle, Chu Yi could see his entire face clearly, showing that the young master was indeed in a very bad mood.

"Then we won't fight."

"........."

Chu Yi took the needle holder from the nurse and deftly administered the first injection.

The stinging pain of the needle piercing her skin made Zhou Ai tense up all her muscles.

The nurse peeked out from behind and saw Zhou Ai's devastatingly handsome face, which looked even more striking under the fluorescent lights. Almost without thinking, she asked, "Dr. Chu, do we need the stitches cut?"

"No need." Chu Yi's voice remained calm even through her mask.

At just one glance, the nurse's expression of surprise returned. The usually taciturn Dr. Chu was actually patiently performing cosmetic sutures on a three-centimeter incision.

As the stitching was nearing its end, Zhou Ai slowly raised her head.

The moment their eyes met, Chu Yi saw his eyes clearly.

On stage, those eyes always held a smile, captivating hearts and making hearts race. But now, they were slightly unfocused due to pain, the pupils shrinking to a single point under the bright light.

Zhou Ai narrowed her eyes slightly, then suddenly smiled. Her gaze swept over Chu Yi's name tag on her white coat before she slowly spoke, "Dr. Chu, haven't we met somewhere before?"

Chu Yi's fingers paused almost imperceptibly, then she turned around, picked up the scissors, and cut the remaining thread. Her voice remained calm as she said, "Lie still, don't move."

The saline solution was sprinkled on the newly stitched wound, cool and refreshing. Chu Yi's movements were not gentle. The gauze was wiped over the wound again and again. After being warned, Zhou Ai did not speak again, but his eyes were still staring straight at Chu Yi, who was ignoring him.

"Don't get it wet when you get home. Change the dressing every three days. Remove the stitches in fourteen days."

As Chu Yi removed the blood-stained gloves and threw them into the contaminated trash can, she explained the precautions to Zhou Ai.

Zhou Ai sat up on the cleaning bed, feeling a momentary dizziness, whether from blood loss or the constant illumination of the overhead light. By the time he regained his senses, Chu Yi had already left.

Looking at herself in the mirror on the sink.

For the stage, his hair was highlighted with fluorescent pink and blue, and the hair in front of his forehead was neatly combed into a slicked-back style, revealing his full forehead and making his sharp features even more three-dimensional.

Sweat had soaked away most of his makeup, leaving his pale face with an unnatural look of exhaustion.

When Zhou Ai looked closely in the mirror, she belatedly realized that Chu Yi had wiped the bloodstains and dirt off her face with gauze soaked in saline solution.

The wound on his forehead was completely covered by gauze. Zhou Ai leaned closer to examine it a few more times but still couldn't figure it out. He licked his cheek, a slightly satisfied smile playing on his lips. Finally, he turned on the tap and washed his hands clean, using the excess water to scrub his hair.