Xiao He's attempts to find joy amidst hardship did not improve his voice.
After forcing himself to finish filming the scene where he kills the female lead, Xiao He seemed to be suffering from the backlash of evil forces, and he fell ill the next day.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen discovered it in time, called Lao Qi, and helped Xiao He rush to the hospital for an IV drip.
By the time Liu Rulan arrived, Xiao He had already started a new IV drip.
The young man's face was paler than ever before, even his lips were a shade lighter. Even when he closed his eyes to rest, his brows were furrowed, as if he was sleeping very restlessly.
At this moment, people showed a rare vulnerability.
Liu Rulan touched Xiao He's forehead and felt that it was still a little hot. She asked with concern, "Has the fever gone down? Why do you still feel a little feverish?"
"Your temperature has gradually gone down," Xiao Chen quickly said, "but I'm still sweating a bit."
"The doctor said there are only a few bottles left?"
"Let's see how it goes after we finish this bottle."
"good."
Liu Rulan did not disturb Xiao He's rest and quietly left the ward.
When Xiao He woke up, Liu Rulan had already left.
Xiao He first checked the time on his phone, then cleared his throat. He finally felt a little better, but his head started to ache, making him feel dizzy and very uncomfortable.
Xiao He could only prop himself up on his hands and sit up.
"Brother Xiao, how are you feeling?"
Seeing this, Xiao Chen quickly came over to help, setting up a cushion for Xiao He and handing him some warm water that she had prepared beforehand.
"Thanks."
Xiao He suppressed the discomfort in his throat, tilted his head back, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.
"Sister Liu came by earlier, asked about your situation, and then left," Xiao Chen said.
"Okay, I understand."
As the year draws to a close, everyone gets quite busy.
Now that Xiao He has fallen ill unexpectedly, his performance at the end of the year will probably have to be postponed... The performance time is not far away now, and I don't know if canceling this event now will affect his work arrangements there.
Xiao He tried to clear his throat, but still felt extremely uncomfortable. He sighed inwardly, worried about what would happen next.
The end of the year is a good time for people to visit each other and build relationships. His illness didn't come earlier or later, but it had to come at this time. By then, he won't have made any connections, but he'll have already owed a lot of favors. That's the most worrying thing.
Seeing Xiao He's actions, Xiao Chen quickly stopped him: "Brother Xiao, you should take good care of your voice first. If it really doesn't work... we can lip-sync."
Xiao He collapsed weakly: "...The main problem is that netizens are too shrewd these days. It's not good that I lip-synced on my first performance on stage."
Moreover, there's another problem now: Xiao He's current voice simply can't be used to record audio for lip-syncing!
His voice is already so hoarse, so there's no need to distinguish between live and lip-synced singing at the end; the final result will be the same anyway.
You can't just find someone with a similar voice and have a legendary million-dollar audio editor fix it up for him!
If you take those steps, you'll be stepping on a landmine with every step.
Although Xiao He had no intention of venturing into a side business, he really didn't want to leave himself with such a dark history.
If you can find a way to handle it yourself, you should try to handle it well.
"Never mind, never mind, I'll just focus on getting better first."
Xiao He lay down again and comforted Xiao Chen, saying, "It's okay, maybe I'll feel better after a good night's sleep."
Xiao Chen could only nod.
However, illness strikes like a landslide.
Xiao He had just finished his IV drip and left the hospital in the morning, but started having a low-grade fever again that evening.
When Xiao He woke up in the hospital late at night, he felt like he was already dead.
He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above him, and remained there for a long time without coming to his senses.
This time, it was Liu Rulan who was by Xiao He's bedside. When she realized that Xiao He had woken up, she immediately picked up the kettle next to her and poured him a glass of warm water: "How are you feeling now?"
Xiao He couldn't even thank him this time. His throat was so swollen that it hurt to breathe. He simply took a few big gulps of water to moisten his throat, and then repeatedly swallowed in a self-torturing manner to relieve the pain in his throat and make himself feel less uncomfortable.
To be honest, this is an experience I haven't had in a long time.
Since graduating and entering the entertainment industry, Xiao He has been like an iron man, constantly moving between various film crews and never slacking off during work hours. He is always in a state of high energy.
It had been several years since Xiao He last fell ill, and he had always been in good health.
This time, perhaps due to the rain and action scenes, which were too strenuous and weakened his immune system, Xiao He fell ill and his condition kept recurring, which was very torturous.
"You'd better not say anything for now."
Liu Rulan took back the water glass, poured another glass for Xiao He and placed it on the bedside table, and then continued, "I have postponed the filming of the last part of 'The Wind Chaser' to January. You should rest well recently. If your voice is not in good condition, I will discuss with the person in charge of Taozi to give up your performance spot."
When a person gets sick, many things become uncontrollable.
Liu Rulan felt that it was better to let Xiao He rest for a while rather than continue to force himself, so as not to make himself so tired and exhausted.
"I'm fine." Xiao He was quite confident in himself. "I'll be better soon."
“You said the same thing this morning.”
Liu Rulan stared blankly, "And in the end? You went back and filmed for an afternoon, and then you were cooked into red shrimp that night. If I hadn't asked Xiao Chen to keep an eye on you at night, you would have been cooked into a complete idiot by now."
Xiao He: "...He wouldn't be a complete idiot, would he?"
If all else fails, then we can only turn to the omnipotent system for help.
It's such a rip-off! Every time I draw a recovery potion, it's so damn expensive!
And it's not worth it at all.
Liu Rulan: "Hmm?"
"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong."
Xiao He fell backward, but he was still somewhat unwilling.
He wasn't particularly fixated on participating in those performances, since singing wasn't exactly his forte. However, considering that these events were mostly perks for his fans, and he rarely interacted with them while on set, missing this opportunity meant waiting until next year...
Xiao He was unwilling to break the contract.
In a way, those who provided him with influence points were his saviors...
Thinking of this, Xiao He glanced at his system, then suddenly sat up straight.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, million...
One million!
One million points!!!
—During Xiao He's illness, his crime points continued to increase rapidly, and finally, when Xiao He was hospitalized with a fever, he officially broke through the million-point mark that he had long dreamed of!
Xiao He clenched his fist tightly; the unexpected joy almost overwhelmed him.
In fact, when he suddenly sat up, he did feel dizzy and his head was throbbing. Helpless, Xiao He fell back onto the bed with a "thud".
This startled Liu Rulan.
Are you alright?
"It's almost over—"
Xiao He couldn't care less about all that anymore.
One million!
Do you know how long it took me to accumulate this million points?!
Do you know how long I've worked diligently and saved every penny to prepare for this moment?
And this is at such a vulnerable time!
It was absolutely heartbreaking!
Xiao He even felt that his illness at this moment was worthwhile.
I understand the law of conservation of luck!
"Sister Liu, where's Xiao Chen?"
Xiao He grabbed Liu Rulan's arm, his eyes shining.
"Quickly summon my Emperor of Europe!"
