Chapter 47: Shock from the Martial Arts Director

"Pfft."

Seeing Liu Yifei's expression, her makeup artist couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sister Wang, are you laughing at me too?" Liu Yifei asked, feigning fierceness.

"No, I just thought of a joke," Sister Wang said, coming up with a flimsy excuse full of holes.

"Did both of you think of the exact same joke?" Liu Yifei raised her voice.

Sister Wang exchanged glances with the person who had laughed earlier, and they nodded in unison. "Yes, yes, yes..."

Liu Yifei: "..."

"Mom, look at them." Liu Yifei wanted to find Liu Xiaoli to stick up for her.

"Lie still and don't move, or it's going to hurt even more in a moment," Liu Xiaoli said, gently patting Liu Yifei's lower leg.

Realizing she had no backing, Liu Yifei chose to "kill" Zhang Yang with her glare.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoli, Sister Wang, and the others all found it amusing.

In private, Liu Yifei was a very lively person, but while shooting on set, she rarely interacted with others, living up to outsiders' cold and aloof impression of her as the "Fairy Sister."

Especially when it came to men, Liu Xiaoli used to keep her on a very tight leash out of fear that she would be easily deceived at a young age. Although she had relaxed her grip somewhat now, Liu Yifei herself didn't care to make male friends.

Most men felt pressured when facing Liu Yifei because she was simply too exceptional.

Someone as casual as Zhang Yang was quite special!

"Sister Xixi, your injury is a bit serious. It looks like you were sitting in a chair, suddenly pulled away with great force, and got squeezed, and you didn't get immediate treatment." Zhang Yang looked at the injured area on Liu Yifei, his gaze piercing.

Liu Xiaoli, Sister Wang, and the others were instantly taken aback.

Liu Yifei had sustained the injury during the first scene this morning, but she had endured the pain without a word until she finished filming shortly before.

When Liu Xiaoli saw the injury just moments ago, her eyes had turned red with heartache, and she had harshly scolded Liu Yifei for not taking her health seriously during filming. Then, anxious to find the medical kit, she discovered the medicine inside had spilled.

Instead of sending an assistant to buy more, she immediately prepared to borrow some from the crew's martial arts stunt team.

Even the director didn't know about Liu Yifei's injury yet, so there was no way Zhang Yang could have heard about it.

That meant he had truly diagnosed it just by looking.

"You can even tell that just by looking? Impressive," Liu Yifei said, her delicate eyebrows arching slightly.

Despite saying this, she wasn't very surprised in her heart; instead, she felt it was only natural.

She could be considered half a martial artist herself. When she saw Zhang Yang's action scenes in *The Imperial Consort* a few days ago, she knew he had a foundation of traditional childhood training and was well-versed in handling such injuries.

"Just a bit of experiential wisdom," Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze and said, "If you trust me, you'd better go to the hospital and get some targeted anti-inflammatory and pain-relief medication. Otherwise, the coming week will be very tough."

Liu Xiaoli paused her hands, looked up, and asked, "Is it really that serious?"

"The injury isn't light, and letting it drag on might affect the nerves," Zhang Yang nodded.

This was experience brought by Zhao Kuangyin's lifelong military career, so it was definitely foolproof.

"That won't do. I have to tell the director and take Xixi to the hospital to get it checked out," Liu Xiaoli decided decisively.

Liu Yifei originally wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but thinking that would make her seem unappreciative of good intentions, she let Liu Xiaoli have her way.

"Thanks to you, it looks like I get to play hooky this afternoon," Liu Yifei said, remaining optimistic and trying to make a joke.

"You're welcome." Zhang Yang looked at the newly added opportunity points on his Opportunity Manual, the corners of his mouth curving slightly. "Of course, if you really must thank me, I can reluctantly accept—for instance, some small snacks, braised delicacies, a pot of good tea..."

"You really don't stand on ceremony at all, do you?" Liu Yifei retorted.

Sister Wang and the others found the scene highly entertaining.

The two of them exchanged banter as if no one else was around.

Nazha: *Are these just ordinary friends?! Do you take me for a fool?*

Liu Xiaoli returned shortly, accompanied by a woman in a white lab coat who was the crew's on-site medical staff.

After examining Liu Yifei's condition, the female doctor wore a grave expression. "Judging by the bruising and pooled blood, it is indeed rather serious. It's best to go to the hospital for a checkup to make sure the nerves aren't damaged."

Armed with the female doctor's words, Liu Xiaoli first went to inform the director, then found the on-site production manager. After arranging the schedule, she took Liu Yifei to the nearest hospital.

Xiaoqin, one of Liu Yifei's personal assistants, was left behind to keep Zhang Yang informed of the situation on the set.

By the time Zhang Yang had a rough grasp of the situation, the crew's morning shooting session had temporarily drawn to a close, and boxed lunches were being distributed.

Taking advantage of this timing, Zhang Yang went to report to Director Gordon Chan.

"Ah-Yang, you're finally here. That's fantastic."

Before Gordon Chan could speak, Deng Chao was the first to hug Zhang Yang, saying with a smile, "I can't pull it off myself, but with the action choreography designed by Brother Di, you'll definitely have no problem executing it."

His words instantly made Zhang Yang the center of attention for everyone present. In particular, a middle-aged man wearing an orange jacket and a cap, with ordinary facial features but very sharp eyes, kept sizing him up.

Zhang Yang met the man's gaze immediately and returned the appraisal.

This person was the "Di" whom Deng Chao had mentioned.

His full name was Kuang Huen-chiu, with "Di" being a familiar nickname among acquaintances—a famous Hong Kong martial arts choreographer, action director, and producer.

He was the closed-door disciple of legendary martial arts choreographer Yuen Woo-ping. His representative works as an action director included Stephen Chow's *Kung Fu*, *CJ7*, *Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons*, and *The Mermaid*, as well as Zhang Yimou's *Shadow*.

After a brief exchange of glances, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Brother Chao, I remember you didn't say that the night we had dinner."

"You insisted that you were very skilled at action scenes, and that finding a stunt double was just having an extra option. How come the moment I get here, you can't pull off the stunts anymore?"

"Of course I can pull them off," Deng Chao stubbornly argued. "I just don't look good doing them. If you come in, you'll definitely look much cooler fighting."

His words were instantly slapped down by Gordon Chan: "Chao, I wonder who it was that spent two hours yesterday afternoon filming without success."

"I just wasn't in the right state yesterday," Deng Chao immediately defended himself. "When we shoot again this afternoon, I'll prove myself."

Hearing this, everyone present wore expressions of disbelief.

As the director, Gordon Chan officially welcomed Zhang Yang's arrival.

However, since the latter was merely a minor supporting actor and stunt double, the stars and crew members on site were not particularly enthusiastic.

Zhang Yang didn't delusionally run up to anyone to try and build clout either. He simply found a spot next to Deng Chao, finished his boxed lunch, and then walked over to stand by Kuang Huen-chiu to wait.

"Childhood training?" Kuang Huen-chiu asked after finishing his meal.

"Yes," Zhang Yang nodded.

It wasn't entirely true, but after inheriting a portion of Zhao Kuangyin's abilities, it was safe to say there was nothing wrong with that description.

"Who is your master?" Kuang Huen-chiu asked.

"Due to some special circumstances, my master instructed that his identity must not be revealed," Zhang Yang replied.

Kuang Huen-chiu didn't probe further. He simply said, "Follow me. Let's trade a few moves."

This was half-jargon meaning to test each other's skill level.

Zhang Yang had no objections and followed Kuang Huen-chiu to an open space.

The two exchanged moves without exerting lethal force, with Zhang Yang using exclusively the Taizu Long Fist.

"Indeed a martial artist with a very solid foundation. Director Chan chose the right person." Recognition surfaced in Kuang Huen-chiu's eyes as his expression turned serious. "I'll teach you a set of choreography I've designed. Regardless of whether Deng Chao succeeds on his own, you will have to step in and perform it when the time comes."

Zhang Yang nodded to indicate there was no problem.

Three minutes later, Kuang Huen-chiu returned to Gordon Chan's side, still wearing a trace of shock on his face.

"Well? Is the guy any good?" Gordon Chan asked.

Kuang Huen-chiu's expression shifted drastically. He stared at him for a long time before asking, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Gordon Chan: ?

"Where on earth did you dig up this monster?"

Gordon Chan: ??