Chapter 208: Yiyi’s Sense of Crisis

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Yiyi’s Sense of Crisis

Nan Zhi was lost in thought until her vibrating phone pulled her back to reality.

Lu Shixu was very thoughtful.

Not only had he taken her to the hospital and stayed with her all night, but he had even remembered to charge her phone.

The person calling now was Fu Chao.

Nan Zhi then realized the production team probably didn’t know what had happened, so she quickly answered the phone.

"I..."

"Which hospital are you in? Are you okay? Who’s with you? Are you conscious? We’re coming over right now!"

Fu Chao immediately unleashed a barrage of questions.

Nan Zhi opened her mouth, unsure of how to even begin explaining.

Her silence, however, made Fu Chao misunderstand, and he cried out in a panic:

"Nan Zhi? Nan Zhi? Zhizhi? Did you pass out?"

"...I’m perfectly conscious."

Nan Zhi pinched the bridge of her nose.

She couldn’t help but recall her first impression of Fu Chao—he had been so polite and cold, invisibly keeping everyone at a distance...

’Was this really the same person?’

"Don’t worry, I’m much better now. I’m just still on an IV drip."

Her brief explanation finally managed to calm Fu Chao down.

’But she was curious. Lu Shixu had actually remembered to notify the production team?’

’Since when was he so considerate?’

Fu Chao said, "Wait there. We’re coming over now."

Her thoughts were interrupted. She was about to say they didn’t need to come.

"Alright, that’s settled!"

Fu Chao, in a rare display of firmness, hung up without another word.

Nan Zhi stood frozen for several seconds, phone in hand, before suddenly breaking into a smile.

Even though Fu Chao was usually a loud, boisterous goofball.

At critical moments, he would sometimes show a firm, caring side, like an older brother.

’Goes to show how complex people are, I suppose.’

’Not that she disliked his style...’

"Are Uncle Fu Chao and the others coming over?"

Nan Yi’s little head shot up.

Confused, Nan Zhi nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

Nan Yi pursed his little lips.

He didn’t mention the sense of competition he felt.

He slid right off the edge of the hospital bed and ran to the nightstand.

"Mommy, do you want some water?"

"Hm? Oh, okay."

Nan Zhi watched in a daze as Nan Yi bustled about the room.

First, he ran to the water cooler and filled a paper cup with water.

He didn’t just fill it with cold water; he added some hot water, tested the temperature with his little hand until it was just right, and only then did he carry it over to Nan Zhi.

Nan Zhi brought the cup to her lips and sipped slowly.

Nan Yi asked, "How is it? Is it too hot?"

Nan Zhi replied, "Not hot at all. It’s just right."

Nan Yi was very satisfied.

Then he asked Nan Zhi another question:

"Mommy, are you cold?"

Nan Zhi was wearing a robe over her nightgown, so her attire wasn’t particularly thin.

But with the cold fluid from the IV constantly flowing into her body, it was inevitable that she’d feel a chill.

Still, Nan Zhi felt it was manageable, so...

"Okay, I get it."

Nan Yi nodded knowingly.

Nan Zhi: ?

’Did I say something?’

’What does Yiyi get?’

Nan Yi pattered over to a chair in the corner and grabbed a jacket that was draped over the back.

Seeing the unfamiliar jacket, Nan Zhi tried to stop him:

"Yiyi, we can’t take a stranger’s things..."

"It belongs to that uncle."

Nan Yi explained as he deftly climbed onto the bed, shook out the jacket, and draped it over Nan Zhi’s shoulders.

Nan Zhi: ??

’Lu Shixu’s?’

’Doesn’t Yiyi hate him?’

’Why would he take the initiative to use his jacket?’

Before Nan Zhi could even ask, Nan Yi obediently answered on his own:

"It’s okay as long as it’s useful to Mommy."

The expression on his little face was utterly serious!

Nan Zhi was both exasperated and amused.

But that wasn’t all.

Just then, the elderly woman in the next bed returned from a phone call. Nan Yi trotted over to her and looked up with a serious expression.

"Ma’am, could I borrow an apple? Just one."

The elderly woman’s nightstand was piled high with fruit baskets from visiting friends and relatives.

There were several apples among the fruit, which was why Nan Yi had chosen to ask for one.

The elderly woman was so amused by the little boy’s precociousness that she couldn’t stop grinning.

"Oh my, my own grandson is your age, and you’re calling me ’Ma’am’? Ahahaha! It’s just one apple, no need to borrow it, you can just take it! But tell me, little fella, are you just craving an apple? Do you want me to peel it for you?"

Nan Yi shook his head.

"I can do it myself. I’m peeling it for my mommy. Thank you, Ma’am."

The elderly woman’s heart instantly melted. Feeling more envious than ever, she turned to Nan Zhi and said:

"How did you raise this child? He’s so well-behaved and adorable! If only my own kid were half as thoughtful..."

She trailed off, shaking her head with a sigh of regret.

Nan Zhi could only offer a few polite pleasantries in return.

However, she kept her eyes glued on Nan Yi’s every move, not daring to get distracted.

Nan Yi held the apple and began to peel it carefully with a fruit knife.

Nan Zhi offered, "Why don’t I do that?"

Nan Yi insisted, "I can do it!"

He wasn’t a blindly overconfident child.

When he said he could do something, he meant it.

Although both the elderly woman and Nan Zhi watched with their hearts in their throats, Nan Yi smoothly peeled the entire apple.

Then, in a flash of inspiration, he grabbed a few more paper cups to serve as makeshift fruit bowls.

He then cut the apple into small, convenient bite-sized pieces and placed them in the cups.

"There are no fruit forks,"

Nan Yi said, looking a little vexed.

"It’s fine. This is perfect."

’What more could Nan Zhi possibly ask for?’

’Couldn’t she see the elderly woman next to them was practically drooling with envy?’

Besides, after handing a cup to his mom, Nan Yi, ever so thoughtful, also gave one to the elderly woman.

"Ma’am, thank you for the apple."

The elderly woman was beaming so wide her face could have split:

"Oh, my, my, there’s one for me too? You little dear, you are just too thoughtful and sweet!"

The elderly woman gushed with praise, on and on, until even Nan Yi started to look embarrassed.

And even with all that, he didn’t forget to wash the fruit knife and his little hands until they were spotless, before throwing the core and peels into the trash can.

The elderly woman’s expression suddenly turned serious as she offered Nan Zhi some advice:

"I think you should write a book on how to raise kids! Oh, no—so many people are making TikToks and posting on social media these days. You should do that! You’d definitely go viral!"

Nan Zhi never expected to meet such a trendy elderly woman in a small town in the remote mountains of Guisheng Province, schooling her on how to become a content creator. For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps could be heard approaching.

"This is the room!"

A large crowd of people swarmed in, startling the elderly woman, who thought they were there to cause trouble.

But they weren’t.

Qi Pei’er was the first to rush over.

"Zhizhi! Are you okay? Why didn’t you say you were sick? Have you been feeling unwell since yesterday?"

Fu Chao followed close behind, his brows knitted tightly.

"It’s definitely from getting caught in the rain yesterday! This is all Xu Lin’s fault! And a major oversight by the production team!"

Xie Yu stood at the foot of the bed.

"What did the doctor say?"