To be honest, this is an experience I haven't had in a long time.

Since graduating and entering the entertainment industry, Xiao He has been like an iron man, constantly moving between various film crews and never slacking off during work hours. He is always in a state of high energy.

It had been several years since Xiao He last fell ill, and he had always been in good health.

This time, perhaps due to the rain and action scenes, which were too strenuous and weakened his immune system, Xiao He fell ill and his condition kept recurring, which was very torturous.

"You'd better not say anything for now."

Liu Rulan took back the water glass, poured another glass for Xiao He and placed it on the bedside table, and then continued, "I have postponed the filming of the last part of 'The Wind Chaser' to January. You should rest well recently. If your voice is not in good condition, I will discuss with the person in charge of Taozi to give up your performance spot."

When a person gets sick, many things become uncontrollable.

Liu Rulan felt that it was better to let Xiao He rest for a while rather than continue to force himself, so as not to make himself so tired and exhausted.

"I'm fine." Xiao He was quite confident in himself. "I'll be better soon."

“You said the same thing this morning.”

Liu Rulan stared blankly, "And then what? You went back and filmed all afternoon, and then you were cooked into red shrimp that night. If I hadn't asked Xiao Chen to keep an eye on you at night, you would have been cooked into a complete idiot by now."

Xiao He: "...He wouldn't be a complete idiot, would he?"

If all else fails, then we can only turn to the omnipotent system for help.

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

And it's not worth it at all.

Liu Rulan: "Hmm?"

"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong."

Xiao He fell backward, but he was still somewhat unwilling.

He wasn't particularly fixated on participating in those performances, since singing wasn't exactly his forte. However, considering that these events were mostly perks for his fans, and he rarely interacted with them while on set, missing this opportunity meant waiting until next year...

Xiao He was unwilling to break the contract.

In a way, those who provided him with influence points were his saviors...

Thinking of this, Xiao He glanced at his system, then suddenly sat up straight.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, million...

One million!

One million points!!!

—During Xiao He's illness, his crime points continued to increase rapidly, and finally, when Xiao He was hospitalized with a fever, he officially broke through the million-point mark that he had long dreamed of!

Xiao He clenched his fist tightly; the unexpected joy almost overwhelmed him.

In fact, when he suddenly sat up, he did feel dizzy and his head was throbbing. Helpless, Xiao He fell back onto the bed with a "thud".

This startled Liu Rulan.

Are you alright?

"It's almost over—"

Xiao He couldn't care less about all that anymore.

One million!

Do you know how long it took me to accumulate this million points?!

Do you know how long I've worked diligently and saved every penny to prepare for this moment?

And this is at such a vulnerable time!

It was absolutely heartbreaking!

Xiao He even felt that his illness at this moment was worthwhile.

I understand the law of conservation of luck!

"Sister Liu, where's Xiao Chen?"

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

"Quickly summon my Emperor of Europe!"