Chapter 119 Sickness
[Great news! My brother has finally left the shady company that profited from his losses. I hope our company will continue to thrive.]
[It would be great if the top star could just open his own studio and let Sister Song help run it. Sister Song is not only good at teaching, but also very skillful in handling these external matters.]
[Sister Song also has agricultural research to do, so how can she find the time to help the top star manage his studio?]
[The top star has already terminated his contract with Star Entertainment. When will he release new music?]
In the president's office of Star Entertainment, Zhao Lin lazily leaned back in his chair, his legs resting naturally on the table, browsing the latest news online.
After Luo Cheng came in, Zhao Lin picked up the tablecloth and threw it at Luo Cheng. "I told you to find a way to stop Song Zhiwei from terminating his contract, but you made such a fuss. Now that Song Zhiwei has terminated his contract, the company doesn't even have anyone who can take the helm."
"Mr. Zhao, don't be angry. Song Zhiwei is undisciplined and has a special status. If he is forced to stay in the company, I'm afraid he won't honestly help us make money."
Luo Cheng picked up the folder and placed it on the table. He then took out a photo and placed it in front of Zhao Lin's desk. "Boss Zhao, I've already found a new person who will definitely be able to replace Song Zhiwei."
Zhao Lin picked up the photo and took a look at it, frowning, "Are you sure?"
"Su Qian was one of the first members of the group to debut and was extremely popular back then. Although he is now semi-retired, his reappearance on screen is a memory killer in the hearts of many viewers."
"You go and try to talk to him." Zhao Lin temporarily agreed to Luo Cheng's proposal.
"I've already sent someone to talk to him." After Song Zhiwei terminated his contract, Luo Chengli immediately sent someone to talk to Su Qian about the contract. If he wanted to gain a foothold in the company, he had to quickly find a new cash cow for himself.
Zhao Lin tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "Song Zhiwei's side..."
Luo Cheng understood, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will naturally take care of Song Zhiwei's situation."
In this circle, don't think that everything will be fine if you terminate the contract and pay liquidated damages.
It was already late at night when Song Zhiyuan came out of the laboratory. Song Zhiyuan was tired and didn't want to go back and forth, so she simply took Song Zhiwei back to the school apartment.
Song Zhiyuan hadn't returned to the apartment for a long time. Song Zhiwei searched the entire kitchen but only found two packets of instant noodles, and there was not even an egg in the refrigerator.
Song Zhiwei opened the drawer under the refrigerator and found the slices of meat he brought last time. "Sister, I'll make some instant noodles for you to eat. I'll buy you some more frozen food to put in the refrigerator later."
Song Zhiwei muttered for a long time, but got no response from Song Zhiyuan.
Song Zhiwei cooked the instant noodles, cleared the table, and went to the bedroom door to call Song Zhiyuan to eat. After calling for a long time, there was no response. "Sister, what are you doing?"
"Sister, you haven't changed your clothes, right? I'm coming in." Song Zhiwei waited for a while, but there was still no response from the room. Song Zhiwei slowly pushed open the door.
The bedside lamp was dimly lit. Song Zhiyuan curled up in bed with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Song Zhiwei stood by the bed and saw Song Zhiyuan's pale face and a panicked look.
"It's nothing, I just have a stomachache. Go get me a glass of water. I'll take some medicine and rest for a while and I'll be fine." Song Zhiyuan slowly struggled to move and sit up.
A fleeting look of self-blame flashed across Song Zhiwei's face. He didn't know what he had been busy with in the past two years and didn't even know that his sister had stomach problems.
Song Zhiwei took out his clothes and shoes and placed them in front of Song Zhiyuan. "Stomach problems are not a trivial matter. Let's go to the hospital and have a look. That way I can feel at ease."
"It's late now, there's no need to go through all this trouble."
"Hurry up and get dressed. I've already called a car." Song Zhiwei didn't give Song Zhiyuan a chance to refute.
After Song Zhiyuan changed her clothes, Song Zhiwei helped Song Zhiyuan downstairs. The car was already waiting outside.
Late at night, all other outpatient buildings were closed, so Song Zhiwei took Song Zhiyuan to the emergency room.
In the quiet ward, Song Zhiyuan was half leaning on the bed with an IV drip. Song Zhiwei followed the doctor out of the ward and asked, "Doctor, how is my sister?"
"It's nothing serious, just acute gastroenteritis. You'll be fine after two days of intravenous drip. But you have to pay attention to your diet these two days and eat something light." The doctor gave a few instructions and left.
When Song Zhiwei returned to the ward, he had a thermos in his hand. He slowly poured the millet porridge into a bowl and handed it to Song Zhiyuan. "I asked my dad, and he said millet porridge is good for the stomach. I specially asked the owner of a nearby hotel to cook it for you. You must eat more."
"You won't tell dad about my illness, will you?" Song Zhiyuan asked with a raised eyebrow.
Song Zhiyuan didn't want Song Jin to know, for fear that Song Jin would worry.
"Don't worry, I didn't tell you. Otherwise, the old man would come back early tomorrow morning, and I would be in trouble too." Song Zhiwei stirred the porridge in the bowl and muttered, "Sister, when did you get the stomach problem? How come I never knew about it?"
"It's not a stomach problem. It's just that during the two years I studied abroad, the food I ate often caused gastrointestinal discomfort." Song Zhiyuan stayed abroad for two years, and even though he often felt gastrointestinal discomfort from eating, he did not learn how to cook.
"Sister, the program recording will start the day after tomorrow. You still need to recover. I'll ask for a few days off for you." Song Zhiwei just took out his phone, but before he could open the chat box with Ma Tao, Song Zhiyuan rejected him. "You'll be fine after a day of recovery. Don't ask for leave yet."
After Song Zhiwei accompanied Song Zhiyuan to finish the drip, he fell asleep beside the bed due to being too tired.
The next day, Song Zhiwei was awakened by a slap in the face. Before Song Zhiwei could lose his temper and curse, Song Jin had already scolded him, "I asked you to take good care of your sister, how did you take care of her? How did you end up in the hospital?"
Song Zhiwei didn't refute this, and pointed at his fingers aggrievedly, "I didn't say my sister was sick, how did you come here?"
"You don't have many friends, and you sent me a message late last night. The only person who is sick can be your sister. How is the condition? What did the doctor say?" Song Jin lowered his voice as he looked at his daughter who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, his face full of heartache.
Song Zhiwei didn't dare to speak loudly. "The doctor said there's nothing serious, but you need to pay attention to your diet these few days."
Song Zhiyuan opened her eyes drowsily and saw Song Jin standing in front of the bed, looking exhausted. Recently, Song Jin had been working outside with their mother and had not been home for a long time.
Seeing his daughter wake up, Song Jin hurried forward to help Song Zhiyuan sit up, "Did Dad wake you up? How are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Is it because that brat didn't take good care of you?"
"I've been busy with work recently and haven't been paying attention to my diet. Xiaowei takes good care of me. I hope mom doesn't know about it." Song Zhiyuan didn't expect to alarm her old father.
"I didn't say that. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to make it back and would be distracted from her work over there, so I just said something happened at the company." Song Jin secretly glared at Song Zhiwei.
Song Zhiyuan was not seriously ill. After receiving two bottles of water, the doctor agreed to discharge her from the hospital and let her go home to rest.
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