Xiao He's attempts to find joy amidst hardship did not improve his voice.

After forcing himself to finish filming the scene where he kills the female lead, Xiao He seemed to be suffering from the backlash of evil forces, and he fell ill the next day.

Fortunately, Xiao Chen discovered it in time, called Lao Qi, and helped Xiao He rush to the hospital for an IV drip.

By the time Liu Rulan arrived, Xiao He had already started a new IV drip.

The young man's face was paler than ever before, even his lips were a shade lighter. Even when he closed his eyes to rest, his brows were furrowed, as if he was sleeping very restlessly.

At this moment, people showed a rare vulnerability.

Liu Rulan touched Xiao He's forehead and felt that it was still a little hot. She asked with concern, "Has the fever gone down? Why do you still feel a little feverish?"

"Your temperature has gradually gone down," Xiao Chen quickly said, "but I'm still sweating a bit."

"The doctor said there are only a few bottles left?"

"Let's see how it goes after we finish this bottle."

"good."

Liu Rulan did not disturb Xiao He's rest and quietly left the ward.

When Xiao He woke up, Liu Rulan had already left.

Xiao He first checked the time on his phone, then cleared his throat. He finally felt a little better, but his head started to ache, making him feel dizzy and very uncomfortable.

Xiao He could only prop himself up on his hands and sit up.

"Brother Xiao, how are you feeling?"

Seeing this, Xiao Chen quickly came over to help, setting up a cushion for Xiao He and handing him some warm water that she had prepared beforehand.

"Thanks."

Xiao He suppressed the discomfort in his throat, tilted his head back, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

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

"Okay, I understand."

As the year draws to a close, everyone gets quite busy.

Now that Xiao He has fallen ill unexpectedly, his performance at the end of the year will probably have to be postponed... The performance time is not far away now, and I don't know if canceling this event now will affect his work arrangements there.

Xiao He tried to clear his throat, but still felt extremely uncomfortable. He sighed inwardly, worried about what would happen next.

The end of the year is a good time for people to visit each other and build relationships. His illness didn't come earlier or later, but it had to come at this time. By then, he won't have made any connections, but he'll have already owed a lot of favors. That's the most worrying thing.

Seeing Xiao He's actions, Xiao Chen quickly stopped him: "Brother Xiao, you should take good care of your voice first. If it really doesn't work... we can lip-sync."

Xiao He collapsed weakly: "...The main problem is that netizens are too shrewd these days. It's not good that I lip-synced on my first performance on stage."

Moreover, there's another problem now: Xiao He's current voice simply can't be used to record audio for lip-syncing!

His voice is already so hoarse, so there's no need to distinguish between live and lip-synced singing at the end; the final result will be the same anyway.

You can't just find someone with a similar voice and have a legendary million-dollar audio editor fix it up for him!

If you take those steps, you'll be stepping on a landmine with every step.

Although Xiao He had no intention of venturing into a side business, he really didn't want to leave himself with such a dark history.

If you can find a way to handle it yourself, you should try to handle it well.

"Never mind, never mind, I'll just focus on getting better first."

Xiao He lay down again and comforted Xiao Chen, saying, "It's okay, maybe I'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

Xiao Chen could only nod.

However, illness strikes like a landslide.

Xiao He had just finished his IV drip and left the hospital in the morning, but started having a low-grade fever again that evening.

When Xiao He woke up in the hospital late at night, he felt like he was already dead.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above him, and remained there for a long time without coming to his senses.

This time, it was Liu Rulan who was by Xiao He's bedside. When she realized that Xiao He had woken up, she immediately picked up the kettle next to her and poured him a glass of warm water: "How are you feeling now?"

Xiao He couldn't even thank him this time. His throat was so swollen that it hurt to breathe. He simply took a few big gulps of water to moisten his throat, and then repeatedly swallowed in a self-torturing manner to relieve the pain in his throat and make himself feel less uncomfortable.