Chapter 1133: Chapter 1133: Visiting the Sick
Jiang Pan Die, like Lin Tian, did not sleep a wink all night.
Lin Tian had an exhilarating night, while Jiang Pan Die was troubled all night by worries. So many unexpected events, just thinking about them made her feel terrified. And the two snakes’ corpses in the dressing room, thinking of them made her hair stand on end.
A few hours ago, Xunxin and major websites updated news about her, with praises and positive news occupying equal parts. The headlines were particularly eye-catching. For example, "Focused on Making Money, Hires Cheap Security", "Fan Brawl at Arena, Idol Puts on a Sad Act on Stage".
Such headlines are attractive, but the content exaggerated everything, making Jiang Pan Die out to be a heinous person.
In response, Heyue Company only stated: The internet is not a lawless place, and everyone must be responsible for their actions. We will hold accountable all websites and authors who spread rumors and slander our company’s artists.
Early in the morning, Tong prepared breakfast for Jiang Pan Die, soy milk and a vegetable sandwich.
Jiang Pan Die was already dressed, leaning on the sofa, came out looking dispirited.
No matter how famous a star is, they are still ordinary people, and they too have troubles.
"Pan Die, didn’t sleep well last night?" Tong hurriedly showed concern, noticing her obvious dark circles, and frowned.
Tong slept well last night; without a good state, one can’t handle complicated work.
"Slept for about two hours." Jiang Pan Die shook her head lightly, forced a smile, and said, "Many people didn’t sleep last night, like those news website staff. They are really hardworking, writing so many reports overnight."
Tong also gave a wry smile, "You know about it all?"
"Yes." Jiang Pan Die nodded.
"Actually, it’s not really our fault. The company issued a statement early this morning, clarifying last night’s events, and the PR department will handle it well, so don’t think too much about it."
Jiang Pan Die sat at the dining table, drank the warm soy milk in big gulps, then exhaled a long breath, feeling extremely thirsty. She asked, "Any plans for today?"
"This morning, there’s an appointment to sign an endorsement contract with Mei, the manager of Qiansimei. In the afternoon, there’s an interview with ’Entertainment News’, mainly talking about the new album and last night’s concert." Tong said, "And there’s a celebration dinner in the evening for the backstage staff from last night."
If there hadn’t been so many unexpected events last night, it would indeed be a celebration dinner.
Jiang Pan Die closed her eyes to rest, rubbed her temples, and said, "Postpone everything except the dinner."
"Okay." Tong nodded in agreement, given Jiang Pan Die’s current state, signing the contract was fine, but the interview was very important. In such a crucial moment, no more accidents could happen.
"Tong, I want to visit the hospital." Suddenly, Jiang Pan Die said.
Hearing this, Tong widened her eyes anxiously, and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Feeling unwell? Going to the hospital?"
The hospital is a high-traffic place, and someone like Jiang Pan Die is very unsuitable to go there, fearing gossip and people saying she suffers from some kind of disease.
Usually, if an artist feels unwell, they have doctors come to their home, prescribe some medicine, and it’s dealt with. They don’t go to the hospital unless it’s something serious.
"I’m fine, just want to check on those fans who got into a fight yesterday in the audience." Jiang Pan Die said.
Tong’s expression slightly eased, then she said earnestly, "The company will send representatives to see those fans. You shouldn’t show up. Besides, they fought by themselves, brought trouble to us. Being jailed serves them right."
Jiang Pan Die glanced at Tong with slightly furrowed brows, "With so many unexpected events last night, surely someone was deliberately causing trouble. Do you really think they just wanted to fight? I want to see them because they’re my fans, now they’re hurt, what’s the harm in visiting them?"
Tong thought for a moment, and finally said, "Alright, this can also earn you some positive image."
Jiang Pan Die smiled without responding, fully aware of what Tong was thinking, definitely planning to stir up some buzz with this.
"After breakfast, shall we go? I’ll have Qin River and the others ready." Tong said, picking up the phone to make a call.
Qin River is one of the six dedicated bodyguards Heyue sends for Jiang Pan Die, standing together, they form a wall, making it nearly impossible for fans to get close.
Jiang Pan Die gave a wry smile, "Just Qin River is enough, too many people and it won’t be good."
"Okay." Tong nodded.
...
Kanyue City Central Hospital.
As usual, the air here was filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine, and because it was Sunday, there were unusually many people.
Qin River was about 1.85 meters tall, and with years of training, he was as burly as a small giant.
With him clearing the way, Jiang Pan Die and Tong easily arrived at the door of Ward 427.
To avoid attention, Jiang Pan Die wore a mask all the way there, only taking it off at the ward entrance to reveal her face.
Jiang Pan Die walked into the ward, which had two beds, and although she was mentally prepared, only when she saw the scene did she realize their condition was far more complicated than she thought.
Lying in the beds were two men in their twenties, both with arms in casts, looking pitiful. A relative was accompanying them, and their mental state didn’t seem good either.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Pan Die wore a smile and greeted, "Hello."
Soon, the three people in the ward looked toward her, first stunned upon seeing Jiang Pan Die, then full of smiles.
"Are you... Pan Die?" The buzz-cut man lying on the bed asked with joy, even though he was sure of her identity, he couldn’t help but ask.
When your idol suddenly appears during a time of despair, what kind of feeling is that?
The buzz-cut man couldn’t describe it, it felt as if his ailments were cured.
"It’s me." Jiang Pan Die nodded, and said, "I heard you were hospitalized, so I thought I’d come to see you. How are you now?"
"Thank you." The buzz-cut man said, "I never thought you’d come. I’m okay."
"Hah, putting on a brave face, your arm is broken, and you say it’s nothing." The person speaking was the other patient’s companion, a woman about twenty-five or six, looking at Jiang Pan Die with anger, as if she bore a deep grudge.
