Chapter 356: Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basket

After finishing his conversation with Qin Yun and returning upstairs, Fang Zhou’s mood, though not as low as before, was still far from good.

After all, Qin Yun had only promised to do her best, not that she would definitely succeed.

Moreover, placing all his hopes on her alone would be unfair to Qin Yun.

She was likely genuinely trying her best to help him.

Fang Zhou was deeply grateful for her extended hand of assistance.

But he wouldn’t place all his hopes on Qin Yun alone.

You shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket.

Taking a deep breath, he scrolled through his WeChat contacts and found a special ID.

The profile picture was entirely black, and the nickname was just a strange character, but Fang Zhou clicked into the chat without hesitation.

Yiye Fangzhou: Can you still continue with the task I asked you about before?

He expected to wait a while for a response, but surprisingly, the reply came quickly.

Dark: Of course, as long as the money is good, anything is possible.

Fang Zhou closed his eyes briefly, deciding to give a definite reply when someone suddenly appeared behind him, tapping his shoulder.

“Brother Fang Zhou, why are you here? Why aren’t you going in?”

Turning around, Fang Zhou saw Chu Xinran and Zhang Zhiyin.

They had come together, looking travel-worn, likely having rushed over from the program’s recording site.

Both smiled at him, holding fruit baskets and flowers, clearly here to visit a patient.

Realizing that Qin Yun knew about this, Fang Zhou deduced that the program assistant must have informed them.

“How did you find the time to come?”

Fang Zhou asked, though it was more of a formality.

“We heard your sister was hospitalized, so we came to check on her. How is she now?”

Chu Xinran originally didn’t know about his sister’s severe illness.

She found out later when Chu Xuan investigated Fang Zhou’s family background and told her.

Chu Xinran was shocked to learn his sister was so young yet so gravely ill, feeling both surprised and heartbroken for the optimistic girl.

She wanted to ask Fang Zhou for details but didn’t know how to start, fearing she might say something wrong and hurt him.

So, she silently followed the situation until now.

“She’s under anesthesia. I’m not sure if she’s awake yet. Let’s go in and check.”

Fang Zhou led the two girls into the room.

Due to his sister’s worsening condition, she was in a private room, spacious enough to accommodate a few more people without feeling crowded.

Aunt Wei was sitting by the bed, wiping his sister’s body with a damp cloth. Seeing them enter, she greeted them.

Fang Zhou nodded gratefully, saying to Aunt Wei, “Thank you so much today. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known she was nauseous and vomiting.”

He might have just told his sister to remember to eat breakfast and then headed to the variety show.

By the time he knew of her condition, it might have been too late to rush back.

“It’s my duty. You all sit; I’ll go buy some things.”

Seeing Fang Zhou’s friends, Aunt Wei sensibly gave them space to talk.

At that moment, Fang Wenjing’s eyes moved slightly, then opened.

She stared blankly at the white ceiling, dazed.

Fang Zhou, noticing she was awake, quickly approached.

“How are you feeling? Still dizzy?”

Fang Wenjing’s voice was hoarse, barely audible, like a mosquito’s buzz.

Fang Zhou had to lean in close to hear her.

“Brother, I want some water…”

Fang Zhou quickly fetched a disposable cup, filled it with warm water, but realized she couldn’t drink lying down.

She was too weak from the anesthesia to sit up.

“Let me.”

At this crucial moment, Zhang Zhiyin took the cup from Fang Zhou.

She asked him to get a disposable cotton swab, dipped it in water, and gently moistened Fang Wenjing’s parched lips.

The dryness in her mouth eased, and Fang Wenjing smiled sincerely.

She nodded slightly to Zhang Zhiyin, softly thanking her.

“Thank you, Sister Zhiyin.”

Zhang Zhiyin put down the cup, looking at Fang Wenjing with a mix of pity and affection, then gently brushed her bangs.

“You’ve been through a lot.”

The simple words made Fang Wenjing feel deeply comforted.

Her idol had come to visit and care for her. What could be more heartwarming?

Fang Wenjing was so moved she almost cried, shaking her head and telling Zhang Zhiyin,

“It’s not hard. I’m used to it.”

Her brief words felt like a knife to Fang Zhou’s heart, making him ache for his sister.

His previously calm face twisted with pain, as if vines of suffering were spreading across it.

Fang Wenjing had always been adaptable, whether in learning or her environment.

Even her illness seemed something she had grown accustomed to.

But ordinary people find even a cold unbearable—how could she truly be used to such suffering?

She was just too considerate, not wanting to worry anyone.

They say hardship matures children early, but this kind of maturity is often forced.

Fang Zhou’s emotions were on the brink. He turned to face the wall, not wanting his sister to see his distress.

Chu Xinran noticed his turmoil, patting his back before turning to talk to Fang Wenjing.

“Wenjing, I brought you flowers. Do you like them?”

Chu Xinran handed the flowers to Fang Wenjing.

The three of them chatted about the flowers’ colors, shapes, and scents, lightening the previously suffocating atmosphere.

Fang Zhou finally had a moment to step outside and collect himself.

He couldn’t lose control in front of his sister; it would only worry her.

She was so considerate and well-behaved.

It’s said that patients’ outlooks can be influenced by their families’ emotions.

Once again, Fang Zhou took out his phone and replied to the contact with the black profile picture.

Yiye Fangzhou: Keep looking for me. Money is no issue if you find a match.

Dark: Got it, no problem. Starting now!

Fang Zhou turned off his phone, seeing his determined reflection in the black screen.