Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore-Chapter 363: Sick and Hospitalized

Xiao He's attempt to find joy in his misery didn't improve his throat condition.

After forcing himself to finish filming the scene where his character kills the female lead, it was as if Xiao He was struck by karmic backlash. He fell ill directly the next day.

Fortunately, Xiao Chen discovered it in time. He called Lao Qi, and together they practically carried Xiao He to the hospital for an emergency IV drip.

By the time Liu Rulan arrived, Xiao He was already on a new bottle of IV fluid.

The young man's complexion was paler than ever before, even his lip color had faded a shade. Even with his eyes closed in rest, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was sleeping very restlessly.

At this moment, the person radiated a rare sense of fragility.

Liu Rulan reached out and touched Xiao He's forehead, feeling it was still somewhat feverish. Her face showed worry as she asked, "Has the fever gone down? It still feels a bit warm."

"His temperature was slowly dropping earlier," Xiao Chen quickly replied. "It's just that he's still sweating a lot."

"How many more bottles did the doctor say?"

"We'll see the situation after this one is finished."

"Okay."

Liu Rulan didn't disturb Xiao He's rest and quietly left the hospital room.

By the time Xiao He woke from his sleep, Liu Rulan had already left.

Xiao He first checked the time on his phone, then cleared his throat. He finally felt his throat was a bit more comfortable, but his head instead began to ache, making him feel dizzy and sluggish, extremely unwell.

Xiao He could only prop himself up with his hands to sit up.

"Brother Xiao, how are you feeling?"

Seeing this, Xiao Chen quickly walked over to help, arranging a back pillow for Xiao He and handing him a cup of warm water prepared in advance.

"Thank you."

Enduring the discomfort in his throat, Xiao He tilted his head back and drank the entire cup of water in one go.

"Sister Liu came by earlier, asked about your condition, and then left again," Xiao Chen said.

"Mm, I know."

As the year-end approaches, everyone gets busier.

Now, with Xiao He falling ill unexpectedly, the year-end stage singing performance was probably going to be delayed... The performance date wasn't far off now, and he didn't know if backing out of this event at this point would affect their work arrangements.

Xiao He tried clearing his throat again, still feeling very uncomfortable. He sighed inwardly, somewhat worried about the situation ahead.

Year-end is the prime time for networking and building connections. This illness didn't come early or late, but happened precisely at this time. By the time it was over, he might not have established a few connections, but would have already owed a few favors. That was the most worrying thing.

Seeing Xiao He's action, Xiao Chen quickly stopped him, "Brother Xiao, you should focus on resting your voice properly for now. If it really doesn't work... we can lip-sync."

Xiao He collapsed back weakly, "...The main problem is that netizens nowadays are too sharp. Lip-syncing for my very first stage performance... that wouldn't look good either."

Moreover, there was another issue: with his current voice, he couldn't even record a lip-sync audio track!

His voice was already this hoarse. By then, who would need to distinguish between live singing and lip-syncing? The end result would be the same anyway.

He couldn't possibly find someone with a similar voice and then have the legendary million-dollar audio engineer meticulously fix it for him!

Taking those steps would be like stepping on a landmine with every footfall.

Although Xiao He had no intention of crossing over into a side career, he also really didn't plan to leave such a black mark in his history.

If he could find a way to handle it himself, he still needed to try.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll just focus on recovering first."

Xiao He lay back down, taking the opportunity to reassure Xiao Chen, "It's fine, maybe I'll sleep and be all better tomorrow."

Xiao Chen could only nod.

However, illness strikes like a collapsing mountain.

Xiao He had just finished his IV drip and left the hospital in the morning, but by evening, he was running a low-grade fever again.

Waking up in the hospital in the middle of the night, Xiao He felt like part of him had already died.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above him, not regaining his senses for a long while.

This time, the person keeping vigil by the sickbed had become Liu Rulan. Noticing Xiao He was awake, she immediately picked up the water kettle beside her and poured Xiao He a cup of warm water, "How are you feeling now?"

This time, Xiao He couldn't even manage a thank you. His throat was so swollen it hurt even to breathe. He simply took several large, desperate gulps of water first, trying to let the moisture coat his throat, then used the self-torturous method of repeated swallowing to lessen the pain in his throat and make himself feel less miserable.

Honestly, this was an experience he hadn't had in a very long time.

Since graduating and entering the industry, Xiao He had been like an iron man, bustling around various production teams, never slacking off during work hours, his entire being constantly in a state of vibrant energy.

The last time he was sick was years ago;Xiao He's health had always been excellent.

This time, perhaps because of the combination of getting drenched in rain and filming intense fight scenes, the excessive strain caused his immunity to drop. Once this illness hit, it came in relentless waves, extremely torturous.

"You'd better not talk for now."

Liu Rulan took back the cup, poured another one for Xiao He and placed it on the bedside table, then continued, "I've postponed the final part of 'Record of Chasing the Wind' filming to January. You should rest well recently. If your throat condition doesn't improve, I'll discuss with the person in charge from Peach and give up your performance slot."

When a person falls ill, many things become uncontrollable factors.

Liu Rulan felt that at this point, rather than continuing to force things, it was better to let Xiao He rest more, to avoid exhausting and overworking himself.

"I'm fine," Xiao He was quite confident in himself. "I'll recover quickly."

"You said the same thing this morning."

Liu Rulan gave him a dead-fish stare. "And then what? You went back and filmed all afternoon, then burned up like a red shrimp by evening. If I hadn't told Xiao Chen to keep a close eye on you tonight, you could have burned into a dimwit by morning."

Xiao He, "...I probably wouldn't have become a dimwit."

If things got really bad, he'd just have to turn to the all-powerful system for salvation again.

But it's such a rip-off! Every time I draw a recovery potion, it's so damn expensive!

And not cost-effective at all.

Liu Rulan, "Hmm?"

"Alright, alright, I know I was wrong."

Xiao He fell back, but he still felt somewhat unwilling in his heart.

He didn't have such a strong obsession with participating in those few performances;after all, singing wasn't his forte anyway. But when he thought about how these events were mostly fan benefits, and how he already rarely interacted with these fans while buried in filming, if he missed this opportunity too, he'd have to wait until next year...

Xiao He was unwilling to break his commitment.

From a certain perspective, the people who provided him with influence points were all his benefactors, his lifesavers...

Thinking of this, Xiao He checked his system, then suddenly sat bolt upright.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands, hundred-thousands, millions...

One million!

One million points!!!

—During the very period Xiao He was sick, his crime points were still rapidly increasing, and finally, while Xiao He was feverish and hospitalized, they officially broke through the long-dreamed-of one-million-point milestone! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Xiao He's fist clenched tightly. This heaven-sent surprise was almost enough to overwhelm his senses.

And in reality, when he suddenly sat up, he indeed felt the world spin and his head split with pain. His body forced Xiao He to helplessly collapse back onto the bed with a loud "thump."

It gave Liu Rulan a fright.

"Are you okay?"

"Soon... I'll be fine—"

Xiao He couldn't care about that anymore.

One million!

Do you know how long I've been saving up this one million points!!!

Do you know how long I've been "scrimping and saving," diligent, earnest, and working hard for this moment!

And especially at a time like this, when I feel so incredibly fragile!

It's enough to bring tears to one's eyes!

Xiao He even felt that falling ill at this moment was worth it.

The Law of Conservation of Luck, I understand, I understand!

"Sister Liu, where's Xiao Chen?"

Xiao He grabbed Liu Rulan's arm, his eyes shining.

"Quickly, summon my European Emperor!"