Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Baima took a small sip of water, tightened the lid, and put it back in the refrigerated insulated box.

People were coming and going at the entrance. As required by the organizer, Baima handed a bottle of water to each exhibitor as they entered, mechanically repeating, "Hello, please come this way."

Huang Yue stood beside her, her voice growing softer and her movements slower.

Baima noticed that something was wrong with her.

"Sister Huang Yue, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing... I'm just a little dizzy..."

Huang Yue's voice was weak and her body swayed, so Baima quickly helped her up.

"You look terrible, come in and sit down for a while."

"Need not……"

"go!"

Without saying a word, Baima helped Huang Yue up and walked her into the exhibition hall. She found a chair in the corner rest area for her to sit down, and then took out a bottle of water from the insulated box, opened it, and handed it to her.

"Have some more, and calm down a bit."

Huang Yue took the water, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and gasped for breath.

Baima squatted down in front of her and reached out to touch her forehead.

"Sister Huang Yue, are you suffering from heatstroke?"

"Maybe... It's okay, I'll be fine after a rest..."

Just as Baima was about to say something, a voice came from behind him.

What are you two doing?

A middle-aged man in a white shirt strode over, his face looking rather unpleasant.

Baima stood up and pointed to Huang Yue: "My friend isn't feeling well, could you please let her rest for a while?"

"uncomfortable?"

The man glanced down at Huang Yue, then at the insulated box next to her: "This water is for the exhibitors, why are you just taking it to drink?"

Bai Ma was taken aback and looked down at the water bottle in Huang Yue's hand.

The bottle is printed with the exhibition's logo. It's a high-end mineral water brand, retailing for three yuan a bottle, and is kept chilled in an insulated box.

Baima explained, "She felt unwell and wanted to vomit, but she wouldn't drink some water to calm down."

The man's face darkened further: "Your entry into the inner area was already against the rules. Besides, the water is for the exhibitors; you can buy it yourself from the store if you want!"

Baima's temper flared up instantly.

"Are you even human? My friend is feeling unwell and has heatstroke. What's wrong with him drinking a bottle of your water? Can't you have any empathy?!"

What's your attitude?

The man frowned: "Which agency referred you? I'm looking for your manager!"

"What do you care which person in charge I am? If anything happens to my friend, believe me, I'll hire a lawyer right away..."

"Alright! Alright!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Huang Yue quickly got up, grabbed the white sleeve, and turned to the man with a fawning smile.

"I'm sorry, my friend is being inconsiderate. We'll leave right away. Can you deduct the cost of this bottle of water from my salary?"

The man glared at Huang Yue, then looked at Bai Ma, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

Baima was about to say something more when Huang Yue grabbed her.

"Let's go."

The two returned to the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The sun remained blazing, as scorching and intense as ever.

Baima couldn't help but ask, "Why are you afraid of him?"

Huang Yue leaned weakly against the wall, her voice low.

“He’s a big client. If he complains to the agency, and the agency takes it out on us, it will be difficult for him to find day-wage workers in the future.”

"But we have to be reasonable, right? If you're not feeling well, what's wrong with sitting in the air conditioning for a while and having some water?"

"They're all doing day jobs, what right do they have to reason with each other?"

Huang Yue interrupted Bai Ma, her voice weary: "Don't think too much, let's finish today first."

Baima was speechless, gave a muffled reply, and turned back to continue distributing water.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and Baima was still sulking, her movements mechanical and perfunctory.

After handing out a few bottles of water, she subconsciously glanced back.

Huang Yue leaned against the wall, swayed slightly, and then fell straight forward.

"Sister Huang Yue...!"

Baima exclaimed in surprise and rushed over in three steps.

Huang Yue lay on the ground, her face pale, her lips gray, and her forehead covered in sweat.

Baima squatted down and hurriedly tried to help her up.

"Sister Huang Yue! Sister Huang Yue, wake up!"

no response.

Baima's mind went blank, and she subconsciously recalled first aid videos she had watched online before.

She reached out and checked Huang Yue's breath; she was still breathing.

Pinch the philtrum.

She pressed hard on Huang Yue's philtrum, but Huang Yue didn't react.

Baima unscrewed another bottle of water and poured it on Huang Yue's face.

Water streamed down Huang Yue's cheeks, her eyelashes trembled, but she still didn't wake up.

"Help! Someone has fainted!"

Baima shouted to the surroundings.

People gathered around and offered their suggestions all at once.

Call 120!

"Don't touch her, let her lie down!"

"Take off your clothes and let some air in!"

Baima frantically tried to unbutton Huang Yue's collar, her fingers trembling.

Someone nearby dialed the emergency number.

"Yes...at the convention center...someone fainted...yes...okay...okay..."

Baima knelt on the ground, holding Huang Yue's hand tightly; her palms were sweaty.

"Sister Huang Yue, don't scare me..."

Huang Yue's fingers were icy cold and motionless.

The ambulance arrived faster than expected.

When the stretcher was carried into the inner area, Huang Yue was still unconscious, with chapped lips and a pale face.

After a brief examination, the nurse determined that it was likely heatstroke and dehydration, but the specific situation could only be determined at the hospital.

Baima followed Huang Yue into the ambulance, holding her hand tightly the whole way without letting go.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Huang Yue was rushed into the emergency room.

Baima sat on a plastic chair in the corridor, staring motionless at the emergency room door.

I don't know how much time passed, but the emergency room door opened.

The nurse stepped forward and informed the patient: "The patient has woken up. The coma was caused by a combination of problems, including severe heatstroke, dehydration, malnutrition, and excessive fatigue... The patient needs to stay in the hospital for observation for two days. The family should go and complete the admission procedures."

This was the first time Baima had encountered such a situation, and she asked blankly, "She has no family members, I am her friend."

"Then come with me."

The nurse turned and left, and Baima got up and followed, her legs feeling a little numb.

After hesitating for a while, she finally took out her phone and made a call.

“Hey, brother…”

…………

At 5 p.m., a black Mercedes-Benz was parked on the side of the road in front of the hospital.

Ding Heng leaned against the car door, waiting quietly.

Baima walked over without saying a word.

Ding Heng looked her up and down.

How is your friend?

Baima remained silent.

She took a step forward and buried her face in Ding Heng's arms.

Then, with a "waaaah," she burst into tears.

It was as if they had suffered a tremendous injustice...

Chapter 215: My Little Sister Who Needs My Care (Part 1)

After crying, Baima calmed down quickly.

She stepped out of Ding Heng's arms, wiped her face haphazardly, sniffed, and led him into a shop by the roadside.