Chapter 352: Sister’s Deteriorating Condition

Unbeknownst to Fang Zhou, others were working hard on his behalf, while he himself was pouring every ounce of effort into his company.

At the early stages of a live-streaming company, a significant amount of manpower and resources are necessary.

Fang Zhou, Li Siming, and Su Yang took turns spending nights at the company, working tirelessly alongside their live-streaming comrades.

Every night, they reviewed the day’s broadcasts, making targeted adjustments to ensure steady improvement in the metrics the following day. If stagnant, they brainstormed new directions.

They crafted specific live-stream plans for each employee, building fitting personas and distributing them into different lanes to avoid internal competition.

They even hired a planner to develop suitable strategies, aiming to ensure everyone could make a living from this endeavor.

Their efforts bore fruit. A week after their launch, the viewer count stabilized, and traffic continually soared. The team grew proficient, performing well even without constant oversight from the trio.

But this relentless work took its toll—Fang Zhou, Li Siming, and Su Yang were utterly exhausted, barely seeing their homes at all.

Fang Zhou also juggled a reality dating show task, making his schedule increasingly chaotic.

One day, while signing documents, a call came informing him he needed to re-shoot a segment for the show the next day.

“Hello, Director.”

“Reshooting tomorrow? No problem, I’ll definitely be there.”

Hanging up, Fang Zhou sighed deeply, trying to comfort himself that the exhausting task was almost over. After all, coordinating everyone’s schedule was difficult. Thus, he too wouldn’t miss the reshoot—after all, he had a job to do.

However, reality deviated sharply from Fang Zhou’s expectations.

The next day, as he was about to leave for the shoot, an emergency arose with his sister, Fang Wenjing.

“Fang Zhou, Wenjing says she’s dizzy and nauseous. Please check on her quickly!”

Aunt Wei frantically banged on Fang Zhou’s door, her forehead beaded with sweat.

Fang Zhou’s heart sank. He rushed to Fang Wenjing’s room, finding her lying half out of bed, head over a trash can, appearing ready to vomit.

“Sis, how are you feeling?”

Fang Zhou stepped quickly to her side, gently patting her back, hoping it would ease her pain.

“Brother, I’m dizzy and nauseous but can’t throw up.”

Her voice was feeble, without any color to her lips, and her pale face was heart-wrenching to look at. Her already frail body seemed even more fragile under the strain of her illness.

“I’m taking you to the hospital!”

Fang Zhou vividly recalled the doctor’s warning: nausea and vomiting were signs of a worsening condition.

His heart felt like it was being squeezed, almost unable to breathe under the weight of his pain, wishing he could take on her suffering instead.

She was so young, just having finished her college entrance exams—why did fate choose to torment someone so delicate?

Without wasting time, Fang Zhou scooped her up and rushed her downstairs, driving her to the hospital. Aunt Wei also gathered a few clothes and toiletries, catching a cab to follow them.

At the show’s recording site, all guests had arrived except Fang Zhou.

The director’s assistant, drenched in sweat, called Fang Zhou repeatedly, but only got the message, “Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be reached. Please try again later…”.

“How is it? Did you get through?”

“No, he’s still not answering.”

Director Liu approached with hope but left disappointed.

“Forget it, let’s start the reshoot without him.”

Finally, the director decided to proceed, recording others’ parts first.

The reshoot aimed to compensate for an earlier incident during a live broadcast, involving key figures like Fang Zhou, Qiao Sisi, Qin Yun, and Chu Xinran.

With Fang Zhou absent, they focused on recording solo interviews with Qin Yun, Chu Xinran, and others instead.

While interviewing Qiao Sisi, the other guests appeared puzzled.

“Why isn’t Fang Zhou here? Does anyone know what happened?”

Liu Hao, ever the curious one, asked.

Everyone else shook their heads, equally in the dark.

“No idea. Maybe he got stuck in traffic?”

Tang Wan blinked, sharing her guess, considering the heavy traffic during rush hour.

“But he should’ve been here by now, it’s almost noon!” Qi Le checked his watch, finding it odd.

Fang Zhou wasn’t one to flake, especially not when the show was wrapping up—a breach of contract now would be foolish.

Amidst their speculations, someone took action, calling Fang Zhou themselves.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is busy. Please try again later…”

Chu Xinran’s pretty face scrunched up in worry, repeatedly dialing Fang Zhou’s number.

Han Xi also tried once, then called her assistant upon receiving the same message.

“Go check on Fang Zhou at his place; something must’ve happened.”

With no response for so long, something was surely up, but Han Xi couldn’t guess what.

“Alright, Han. I’ll drive over, but should I go to his sister’s place or his own?”

“Check his sister’s place.”

Zhang Zhiyin arrived, overhearing Han Xi’s conversation, and quickly advised.

Han Xi looked thoughtfully at Zhang Zhiyin and relayed the instruction to her assistant.

“Start there.”

She hung up and turned to Zhang Zhiyin, probing quietly, “Do you know something?”

Zhang Zhiyin’s face paled. She shook her head. “I’m not sure. We’ll know when we check.”

Before Han Xi’s assistant could return the call, an urgent message from the show’s assistant rang out.

“Your sister is in the hospital!”

Everyone turned to look at her, eyes wide in shock.

Fang Wenjing hospitalized?