The results of the bone marrow matching came out on the third day. On the day Song Qiao learned the news, he was taken to the set by Liang Dashan to start filming.
"You said, the matching was successful?" Song Qiao walked to the corner and listened to the news on the phone. He was so excited that he couldn't control his tone.
"Yes, the doctor said that as long as Qiqi's physical condition allows, she can prepare for surgery." Momo was also very happy.
They have been waiting for this day for too long.
"Song Qiao! What are you muttering about over there?" Liang Dashan's roar came from behind, "Come here quickly."
Song Qiao came back to her senses, spoke to Momo, quickly hung up the phone and walked over.
Perhaps because he had just received the good news, Song Qiao walked up to Liang Dashan with a smile on his eyes and brows. He was startled and asked suspiciously, "You're not out of your mind, are you? You can still laugh now?"
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Song Qiao shook his head, "It's okay, just tell me what the director has ordered."
Liang Dashan was a little frightened by her earnest look, "Today we will shoot the scene where you meet the prince. Go and get ready. The shooting will start in half an hour."
"Okay." Song Qiao agreed.
Song Qiao came a little later today, and before she had time to do makeup, she received a call from Momo, and now she was brought over by Liang Dashan to talk, so she just got free time.
She was afraid that she would delay the filming progress, so she quickly walked to the dressing room and asked the makeup artist to help her clean up.
Yang Qingyue was also resting in the dressing room. When she heard the noise, she turned her head and looked at Song Qiao, "Has Miss Song just arrived? I heard from the director that filming will start in half an hour."
At first glance, this seems to be okay, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to be saying that Song Qiao is trying to be a big name and is long overdue.
After all, as a senior, she had done makeup on the set early and was ready to start work.
Song Qiao did come a little late today. She apologized, "Yes, there are a lot of things going on at home recently. I couldn't go out early today. I will pay attention next time."
Yang Qingyue smiled and said with a gentle expression, "It doesn't matter, I have to take care of my family affairs as well."
The two of them finished this sentence while chatting, but nothing more was said.
The makeup artist knew Liang Dashan's temper very well. No matter who in the crew delayed the filming, he would be scolded. She was also a little resentful of Song Qiao's behavior just now.
However, Song Qiao herself was sincere and even said sorry several times as soon as she entered the door. Even if she had something on her mind, she was too embarrassed to say it out and could only speed up her hand.
Fortunately, it will be completed before filming starts.
Song Qiao changed into her costume, with the red tulle half-covering her exquisite figure. Her hair was pulled up into a bun loosely on the side of her face, with a few strands hanging down the side of her face.
She walked to the seat and lay on her side on the carved wooden bed.
"action!"
As soon as the sound fell to the ground, the bed curtains began to dance with the wind, and the figure of the beauty lying in it was looming. In the silence, there was a sudden sound of a broken window.
Oiran Yue Ling stood up alertly, "Who?"
There was no response in the room, but Yue Ling knew something was wrong. She could even smell the smell of blood gradually filling the air.
With a stern look on her face, she quietly picked up the dagger placed on the bedside and opened the bed curtain to look around.
As soon as she took two steps, a sharp sword silently came out from behind and was firmly placed on her neck. The man's weak but murderous voice came, "If you don't want to die, just don't make a sound."
Yue Ling stood still and looked back sideways.
However, due to the limited angle, she could only see a dark shadow. She chuckled softly, "Since you have come to our building as a guest, I will naturally receive you well. There is no need to use a knife or a gun."
The man's hand holding the sword did not move away, "Go and ask someone to bring some medicine in. Don't let them know, otherwise, I will kill you now."
Yue Ling replied leisurely, "Okay, but you have to hold your sword carefully, otherwise no one will be able to help you."
As she spoke, she showed no fear at all and walked directly to the door.
Yue Ling was so anxious when she just got up that she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she simply walked over there. As she moved, her white and lonely ankles appeared in the man's eyes.
As expected, she is indeed a famous courtesan in the imperial city. Everywhere about her body is attractive.
His eyes were dim, and his body was half leaning against the wall, trying to support himself.
Yue Ling opened the door and said in a loud voice, "Come here, I accidentally hurt my hand just now. Go and find me some medicine and gauze. Hurry up."
The slave outside quickly went to find what she wanted.
When he was about to send it in, Yue Ling stopped him outside the door and said, "Just give me the things. I'm a little sleepy tonight. I need to go to bed early. No one can come in and disturb me."
After she finished speaking, she closed the door directly.
Yue Ling's status in the building was very high. Normally, the oiran wouldn't give anyone a favor, but she had to give it to her, so the slaves outside didn't dare to ask more questions and just waited outside quietly.
Yue Ling returned to the table with the things, and with the help of turning around, she finally saw the man's appearance clearly.
He was very good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a high bridge of nose, and thin lips like an understatement in an ink painting. It was just right, but Yue Ling just glanced at it and looked away without interest.
Girls all say that men with thin lips are heartless.
Yue Ling looked at him and asked with a smile, "Sir, the things have been brought. Do you need my help, or do you do it yourself?"
The man leaned against the wall and breathed heavily for a moment, gritted his teeth and walked to the bed to lie down, "Come here and help me clean the wound."
Yue Ling stood still and said, "According to the rules, if you want me to take action, you have to pay."
It's useless to be good-looking, not to mention that she's a prodigal who shows up uninvited. She doesn't have the extra kindness to help.
The man's eyebrows were gloomy, and he showed undisguised disgust when he looked at her philistine appearance. He casually pulled a purse from his waist and threw it in front of Yue Ling, "Stop talking nonsense and do it."
Yue Ling bent down to pick it up and looked at the money inside. It was all gold, at least hundreds of taels.
It seems that this person is still a wealthy owner.
After she got the money, she didn't drag it any longer, and directly cut open the man's clothes with the dagger in her hand, only to see a wound that was about to fester in front of her eyes.
As the man breathed, the clusters of arrows embedded inside also undulated slightly with a cold light.
Yue Ling didn't ask any more questions, just said, "It seems to me that the wound is poisonous. I don't have anything to detoxify it, so I can only pull out the arrow for you and bandage it temporarily."
"Um."
The man responded softly, as if he had expected this result.
Yue Ling didn't waste any time. He took the dagger and put it on the candlelight to roast it for a while. He then cut it without hesitation. After the "stab" sound, the smell of meat spread in the air.
