The sand sculpture is rebellious and loves to cause trouble for others.

The doctor couldn't help but ask,

"Is there something above my head?"

Ye Qinghuan shook his head, nodded again, and finally looked away for a few seconds before looking back.

The look on his face made the camera look at the doctor's thick hair. After the injection, the doctor felt uncomfortable all over his head. He couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair that he had finally finished.

But Ye Qinghuan's expression became more and more distorted, and he ran away with the bottle in hand.

At this time, her eyes had already shifted to his hands, and Xu Jiu sincerely suggested,

"Well, brother! Why don't you go back and shave your head first?"

"Ok?"

After a long pause, she finally said,

"There are so many lice jumping around on your head. When you touch them, your lice fall directly onto other people. Oh, director, there is a nest crawling on your shoulders...oh...it's too late, Fei It’s on top of your head! Yu, they pooped on top of your head, vomit—”

Ye Qinghuan's live broadcast made everyone look at the tops of the two people's heads, trying to see clearly what Ye Qinghuan was talking about, but there was nothing.

Until, Xue Xiwu suddenly covered his eyes and shouted,

"Director, you ran around naked without any clothes on! Ah, my eyes are dirty..."

Under the strange gazes of everyone, the director gritted his teeth, pulled at his clothes, and said word by word,

"I'm wearing it! Open your eyes and see clearly!"

After Xue Xiwu glanced at it, he suddenly buried his head to hide his eyes and muttered,

"It's so abominable, you actually lied to me!! You clearly exposed yourself!!"

"Don't pull me, I have to kill someone today!!"

Everyone worked together to pull down the violent guide. After a while, under the hypnotic effect of the bottle, the six people finally fell asleep peacefully, and the hut finally returned to peace.

The director, who was exhausted both mentally and physically, felt that his hair was growing white every day, so he immediately ordered the staff,

"We will provide raw materials for the next three meals, and please note that once Ye Qinghuan enters the kitchen, everyone will be on alert!"

Netizens who clearly heard this serious instruction were laughing like crazy.

[The director whose reputation is so obscure has already regarded Ye Qinghuan as a time bomb for the show team, and even changed the rules on the spot, hahahaha——]

[My face was frozen with laughter this afternoon. I was very curious about what the world of flower mushrooms was like, hahaha! ! ]

[Upstairs, I suggest you don’t try it easily. ]

[Hahahaha, am I the only one curious about what lice poop and urine look like? Why is Ye Qinghuan’s expression so strange, hahahaha]

[Absolutely amazing, every issue of Howard Johnson's accident always inadvertently creates a scene of becoming a god. I declare that I will cut this section and watch it again and again, hahaha]

In the afternoon, the peace of the hut was finally broken by a burst of panicked screams.

The reason was that Su Yunze, Ren Qing and others woke up one after another and took over the care work of the program team. However, how could anyone survive after being hungry all afternoon? In the end, Xue Xiwu was chosen through rock, paper, scissors, for those who had not finished losing the bottle. Ye Qinghuan takes care of him.

Originally, Xue Xiwu was also staring at the dripping potion with a serious face. Gradually, his eyelids drooped like the falling potion.

When Ye Qinghuan woke up from the pain in her hand, she saw the red liquid filling half of the tube. She hurriedly rubbed her eyelids.

"Oh, I'm not recovered yet! Why is this potion red!"

Yang Jun, who was attracted by the movement here, opened the door and took a look, and directly threw a big ear scraper at the sleeping Xue Xiwu, knocking him to the ground.

"Xue Xiwu, look at the person you're looking after, half of the blood has been drawn! Hurry up -"

As Yang Jun said that, his body softened and he fell straight down.

"Dig a trench, why do you pour another one?"

Xue Xiwu jumped up when he was awakened, and immediately supported Yang Jun who had fainted. When he looked back at the blood in the bottle, he felt that he was unable to do anything.

Just screamed,

"Someone is coming quickly—someone is dead—"

Hearing the sound, the three people in the kitchen rushed over without caring about the food.

"what happened!"

Looking at Ye Qinghuan who looked confused, and looking at Yang Jun who fell limply on Xue Xiwu's body, making him unable to breathe, Su Yunze was stunned for a moment.

Ren Qing, who arrived later, reacted quickly and pushed Su Yunze away, pulled out the needle in Ye Qinghuan's hand, and held her hand tightly.

"What are you still doing? Go call the doctor."

Ye Qinghuan, who was in the mist, finally realized what happened today. She looked at the small half bottle of blood, raised her hand tremblingly,

"That, that, that...that's all my blood...quickly ask the doctor to transfuse the blood back to me!!"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes with seriousness, dropped his hands straight down, and hit the bedside with a thud.

Cheng Weiwei was so frightened that she almost had a heart attack, so she straddled Ye Qinghuan and started resuscitating her heart.

"Qing Huan, Qing Huan, hold on."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

Ye Qinghuan, who was so crushed that her chest almost burst, could not hold on. She stood up and bumped into Cheng Weiwei with a thud.

Immediately, Cheng Weiwei, who was almost concussed, covered his red and swollen forehead and straightened up. He looked at Ye Qinghuan in disbelief, who was standing straight and leaning back.

"Ye Qinghuan - you, you, your head is made of steel!!"

As she said that, she covered her head in pain, feeling that her whole head was so painful that it was about to explode.

Xue Xiwu was busy arranging Yang Jun, and Ren Qing was busy helping Ye Qinghuan stop the gurgling blood. It was a mess.

When the doctor arrived, there were two more patients in an instant, and he was extremely helpless.

It’s okay for Yang Jun to be dizzy because he was born with it; but what’s the deal with the birthday bag on Cheng Weiwei’s head! !

Following this show crew who is full of nonsense is really his retribution for looking at money rather than people.

While sighing and treating the wounds of several people, Ye Qinghuan suddenly sniffed, sniffing left and right, and finally fixed his eyes on the potion the doctor packed up, and spoke in confusion,

"Have I not finished expelling the toxins? Why does the potion smell like...burnt food? Are there any potions with this kind of smell in the world?"

When Ye Qinghuan opened his mouth, Ren Qing also sniffed it and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, it smells like hotpot...wait a minute..."

She suddenly thought of something and rushed to the kitchen with a big stride. Sure enough, the black stuff in the pot could no longer be called vegetables, and because no one was watching the stove, the fire went out silently, leaving only smoke in the room. .

She was so choked that she could only run out for air from time to time while handling the stove and black pot to avoid carbon dioxide poisoning.

The live broadcast room, which had been quiet all afternoon, was once again as lively as the Chinese New Year due to a series of accidents.

[Fortunately, I was smart. I charged it in the morning and waited for them to wake up. I was not disappointed! ]

[Am I the only one who thinks Su Yunze and Ren Qing are miserable! While I have to be busy cooking, I also have to run over to see the patients from time to time, so I’m very busy]

[Ah ah ah, I really want to make these two people disappear, Ye Qinghuan and Xue Xiwu. One of them is crooked, and the other is honest. They are the crouching dragons and phoenixes of the show. I really want to make them laugh like crazy]

[I really want to see the doctor transfuse Ye Qinghuan’s blood back, hahahaha——]

[My poor Weibao, when you rescue Ye Qinghuan in the future, remember to protect yourself first and wear a helmet and armor! Hahahaha - I saw that big bag and couldn’t hold it in anymore, Amen! ]