Because Jin He's plastic surgery has generated a lot of discussion online, Yang Jiahui himself came forward to clarify without An Yi even having to do so. He created a Douyin account to introduce himself as Jin He's younger brother, someone he grew up with and they have a good relationship. He claims to be the person who knows Jin He best. He explained that Jin He had plastic surgery because he had suffered facial injuries and felt very insecure about it.
In short, he used a series of subtle and euphemistic writings to portray himself as a weak, innocent, and resilient victim. Although his surgically enhanced face was unbearable to look at, at least he was good at talking, so many people online still felt sorry for him.
But An Yi is not in the mood to deal with these problems right now, because... Jin He has caught a cold again!
After finishing his meal, Jin He started to feel slightly feverish, which made An Yi realize something was wrong. He quickly made Jin He lie down on the bed and called a doctor to check on him. However, the fever still rose, which made An Yi furious, but he couldn't say anything, since Jin He had already been very careful.
"Thirty-eight degrees four."
"It's best to avoid injections if possible. Intravenous injections always put a strain on the heart." The doctor brought over the thermometer and gave Jin He two pills. "Your immunity is too low. You need to eat well and supplement your nutrition in the future."
"Okay." Jin He nodded, her voice hoarse, "I understand."
"Won't it be dangerous if the fever goes up again?" An Yi asked worriedly, holding Jin He to prevent him from lying down and not being able to breathe. "He was admitted to the emergency room last time because of a fever."
"So you family members should keep a close eye on the patient and notify me immediately if you notice that the patient's lips have turned purple."
Fortunately, Jin He only had a low-grade fever this time and didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. An Yi raised the head of the bed and put two soft pillows under him: "You should go to sleep first. I'll stay here and watch over you. Are you feeling unwell?"
Jin He coughed twice and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have opened the car window today."
An Yi lowered his head and kissed him, then reached out to tuck the blanket in, saying nothing.
Fortunately, he only caught a slight cold this time. When Aunt Shu brought him breakfast the next morning, his fever had just subsided and he felt sore and weak all over. When An Yi took the breakfast and saw the millet porridge, he said, "Jin He doesn't want to eat sea cucumber. Aunt Shu, could you cook a pot of porridge without sea cucumber for him?"
"Oh, okay..."
"No need." Jin He held out her hand. "Just bring it to me, I'll eat it."
"You don't have to force yourself to eat if you don't want to."
Jin He nodded: "I want to eat now."
An Yi watched as Jin He clearly had no appetite, but still forced herself to eat. He sighed with heartache, but there was really nothing he could do to improve the situation. So he reached out and patted Jin He's shoulder: "Eat slowly."
"Ugh, this stuff spoils if you eat it too slowly, so I have to shove it in when I'm not looking," Jin He muttered. "How can this taste so awful? Ugh!! How can something taste this bad!"
Seeing that Jin He was about to collapse from eating, luckily the sea cucumber wasn't very big and he finished it in a few bites. An Yi quickly handed him a glass of juice after he finished eating. Jin He sat on the bed and took several sips to suppress his nausea.
After dinner, while Jin He was taking a walk in the room to digest her food, she asked again, "Do you need me to record a vlog?"
"What?"
"It's just recording a vlog. The internet must be a bit turbulent lately, so I'll just record a vlog. But I should change my clothes; this outfit isn't quite right." Jin He was wearing pajamas.
"Not for now," An Yi said. "Let Yang Jiahui be smug for a while."
What are you going to do?
"Of course, it's about shutting up the people who are insulting you in one go."
"Huh?" Jin He scratched his head. "But I don't care about these things. Are public relations fees expensive? If they're too expensive, then forget it."
"It's my own team, so there's not much to worry about."
Jin He: "Oh."
Yes, An Yi has been rampaging through the entertainment industry for so many years, and his good reputation is inseparable from his top-notch public relations team. It is said that every time An Yi speaks recklessly, he loses a staff member.
If the compensation wasn't so good, they probably would have resigned long ago.
Regarding Jin He's situation, they all said: Is that all?
Seeing the boss's serious expression, they thought he was going to exonerate a murderer! The team leader was even considering resigning!
Jin He's evidence is conclusive, with ample audio and video evidence. In addition, he has been cautious in his words and deeds over the years, and apart from the incident of leaving the group back then, he has not left any scandals. Clearing his name will be a piece of cake!
The head of the public relations team had never fought such an easy battle before!
Jin He focused on recovering from his illness, and An Yi wouldn't let him look at Weibo. He knew it might be a bit noisy right now, so he didn't look at it. He stayed home and spent his time tending to his flowers, researching how to make nougat, or watching a movie. Gradually, he finally gained some weight. That morning, the two of them held their breath as they watched Jin He stand on tiptoe to step onto the scale.
"One hundred jin!"
Jin He looked up at An Yi with sparkling eyes: "This is the first time my weight has exceeded this number!"
"Hmm." An Yi straightened his back instantly. Although everything he raised had died since he was a child, it seemed that he had raised Jin He quite well. The sense of accomplishment he felt was even greater than winning a music competition!
“I see you’re doing pretty well lately. Let’s find some time to go to the hospital for a check-up. If the values are within the normal range, then we can have the surgery.”
Jin He's smile gradually faded: "But, but the surgery is open-chest surgery."
An Yi took two steps forward, hugged him, and pinched the flesh on his waist: "Are you scared?"
"I've had minimally invasive surgeries before, this is the first time I've had to have such a big incision."
"It's alright." An Yi lowered his head and kissed his lips, then took out a small red embroidered pouch from his pocket. "You'll be fine. I went to the temple and got you a good luck charm."
"A good luck charm?" Jin He reached for it. "When did you go to the temple? Haven't you been staying home lately?"
“When you were twenty-two, you were often sick and not feeling well, so one night when I was on a business trip, I secretly drove to the temple.” An Yi put the red string around Jin He’s neck. “I originally wanted to give it to you at that time, but I never had the chance. I’ve always regretted it. We were both too busy at that time. Why didn’t I take the time to go to the hospital with you?”
The amulet looked quite old; the fabric was faded. Jin He reached out and held it; it was small and seemed a little warm.
"Don't be afraid," An Yi said. "Everything will be alright, so after your surgery, could you give me a proper status?"
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