As long as Wednesday passes, Tian Xiran's mood will be much better. Although she still needs to revise the PPT for the last time today, after all, it is really the "last time", and she will not feel so bored when she sees the light of dawn.
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However, when she had free time to chat with Teacher Bao in the office, Ke Yi unexpectedly received a call from Bai Yu in the middle of the morning.
"I actually don't want to disturb your recuperation." Bai Yu said first.
"Speaking of business."
Ke Yi in the hospital bed didn't like to hear pleasantries.
"Didn't I help you hang up the video in the live broadcast room yesterday? It turned out that there were suddenly a lot of barrages to set the rhythm."
"With rhythm? Last night?" Ke Yi frowned.
"Well, I was afraid that you were resting, so I called you today."
After a pause, he continued.
"Originally, a few of your water friends were joking, saying, um, 'You would rather believe that Xiang Shuai can't get out of bed than believe that I am Qin Shihuang.' But, last night, suddenly there were too many
There are a lot of malicious comments slandering you, saying that you are a big anchor and don’t care about your parents. Please ask for sick leave and stop broadcasting if you don’t want to..."
As a host, it is common to be led by the rhythm. However, if you don't take it seriously and allow the rhythm to ferment, it may still have serious consequences.
"Let me see the replay of my live broadcast."
After opening his laptop, Ke Yi clicked into his own live broadcast room on the Huanyu Live Broadcasting Platform. After entering the replay of last night's live broadcast, although his video collection was being played in a loop in the live broadcast room, there was also a message in the upper right corner that said "I'm sick and hospitalized, please call me."
"It's a day off." However, there are still many low-level barrages saying things like "We agreed to go dark this week and work with other anchors to achieve results, but it won't be broadcast, and Geneva will refund the money!" p>
"Using barrage to set the rhythm is really not a clever method." Ke Yi murmured, "It's just that I did not fulfill my promise after all. It was indeed a mistake."
"How are you feeling physically?" Bai Yu suddenly asked on the phone.
"It's not that painful anymore, but inflammation is not easy to heal, especially in the stomach." Ke Yi said while staring at the laptop screen.
"Anyway, your body is the capital of revolution. Don't pay too much attention to these things. Take good care of your body first." Bai Yu reminded again.
"Okay, I understand, just do your business."
Ke Yi slowly hung up the phone.
However, even though the infusion set was still inserted into his right hand, he gently raised his right hand while sitting on the hospital bed and rubbed his chin.
"Zhang Miao, Zhang Miao, I've only been hospitalized for two days, can't you sit still?"
His eyes, which had been so kind these days, suddenly became fierce.
Wherever there are people, there will be a world. As a host, you show up every day. How many people like you will mean how many people hate you.
If you don't make money, you may have fewer enemies, but if you make money, some people will definitely think that you have earned their money. And Zhang Miao is one of "them".
Ke Yi has been an anchor for three years and has always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile. Although anchoring is a high-profile profession, he can still avoid annoying people when he is not working on live broadcast effects.
However, being low-key does not mean that you are easy to bully, and not causing trouble does not mean that you will be afraid of trouble. After Zhang Miao repeatedly used unethical means to compete maliciously, Ke Yi officially had this unrelenting competitor.
"It's been a long time since I've been waiting for your help. Actually, I still miss you a little!"
Not sure whether he was angry or smiling, Ke Yi in the ward gradually showed a standard villain smile.
"Um, hello, the liquid has finished dripping."
But after glancing back at the infusion set, he gave up trying to be cool and quickly pressed the "call" button.
……
Xinglong Vegetable Market is the largest vegetable market within a few kilometers. It has a wide variety of vegetables and fruits and the prices are cheap. Therefore, residents from several surrounding communities like to come here to buy vegetables.
"Hey? Lao Ke?"
Tian Xiran's aunt Zhang Yunfang went to her sister's house for dinner today and stopped by the vegetable market to buy some vegetables. Unexpectedly, she happened to run into Ke Shoushan and his wife.
"Are you Yunfen's sister?"
They looked familiar, and I happened to meet him last time, so Ke Shoushan said hello with a smile.
"Yeah, haha, go to my sister's house to have a meal, or come here to buy groceries."
“Hahaha, not bad, it’s more lively when there are more people eating.”
Ke Shoushan said in greeting.
"Hey Lao Ke, how is your second child doing?"
Zhang Yunfang suddenly asked.
"Ah?" Ke Shoushan didn't understand. "Are you asking about Teacher Xiaoda?" he asked in surprise.
"No, didn't he go to the hospital last time? Is he okay?"
"Oh, oh oh." Ke Shoushan responded very quickly. When Wang Guizhi next to him was about to ask a question, he had already waved his hand and said, "It's a small thing, a small thing."
"That's fine. Well, then you go shopping and I'll buy a fish over there!"
"Okay, okay, let's go."
They smiled and nodded to each other, and they ended this encounter.
However, after the chance encounter, Wang Guizhi's face visibly darkened.
"Ahem, um, why don't you go back first and I'll go, uh, I'll buy some fruit."
Already having a premonition that something was not going to happen, Ke Shoushan quickly found an excuse and prepared to escape.
However, despite his extremely fast reaction, he was still grabbed by the arm by the person behind him.
"Is what she said true?"
……
Before he knew it, Ke Yi had finished his busy day. Although he was in the hospital, his heart was already in the studio.
"Your appendicitis is indeed not serious, but your stomach has been a problem for a long time. You know that, right?"
The attending doctor stood in front of the ward and said hesitantly.
"Yeah." Ke Yi quickly replied.
"I know the reason why you come to me every time. You are still young, and you will definitely insist on taking medicine and pay attention to your diet, but..."
The young doctor still looked embarrassed.
"You really can't be discharged from the hospital so early."
"Can't you really be accommodating?" Obviously this answer was not what he wanted, so Ke Yi asked again.
"This is hospitalization, where does the accommodating thing come from? I'm not a few years older than you, and I won't tell you useless things. You, by the way, you came here in the emergency department, right? We can't let you do it today.
Let's leave the hospital and be brought here by ambulance tomorrow night, right?"
The attending doctor had tried his best to persuade him in words that Ke Yi could understand. He didn't mention anything about his health, the hospital's rules and regulations, or the sequelae of infection.
"Okay Doctor Lu, please explain so much to me, then I will stay for a few more days. But..." Ke Yi thought for a while and asked: "What's the earliest, Doctor Lu, I'm the earliest..."
"At least next week, right? To be honest, some of your physical indicators really don't look like you are under thirty."
"Okay Doctor Lu, I listen to you."
Finally, with a smile on his face, Ke Yi gave up his resistance.
"Oh, by the way, there is another way to get out of the hospital quickly."
Dr. Lu put the pen back into his breast pocket and finally said.
"Ah?"
Ke Yi's face is full of expectations.
"Those porridges and nourishing soups, drink some every day! He is obviously a patient, and his spleen and stomach are so weak, how come he doesn't even understand the most basic knowledge of health care! Hey!"
Sighing, Dr. Lu slowly walked out of the ward.
"Uh."
The light in Ke Yi's eyes disappeared.
"Drink porridge? Make soup? I haven't seen these things in probably a lifetime."