Zhou Chenchen's abnormal condition also caught the attention of the female host and guests.
"Does she look like she has a fever?"
"Should we ask the staff to assist?"
"Maybe take her to the hospital?"
Because of the hidden cameras in the living room, the female host noticed Zhou Chenchen's unusually pale face.
Although this was a Pet Reality Show, such situations couldn't be ignored by the Production Crew.
There were no staff inside Zhou Chenchen's home, but outside there was a hidden camera crew who could send help if needed.
"Wait a moment!"
"Let's observe Lord's reaction first."
"This can be seen as a test, to assess the pet's response when the owner is sick."
Song Chenggang's expression was serious, but he insisted on this approach.
He knew this might be controversial, but the observation time wouldn't be too long.
He wasn't cold-hearted—if Lord truly couldn't handle the situation, he would decisively ask the staff to intervene.
"Alright then!"
"We'll give Lord ten minutes."
"If he can't manage, our staff will take over."
The female host thought it over and agreed.
This was also to show the audience that the Production Crew was prepared and wouldn't just sit idly by.
Ten minutes wouldn't be enough for Zhou Chenchen's condition to worsen significantly.
But Fang Ping didn't know this.
Since discovering Zhou Chenchen's fever, he had felt some guilt—he shouldn't have let her ride the bike.
But now wasn't the time for self-blame; he had to find help.
Fang Ping looked toward the camera but shook his head—no, he needed someone he could trust.
The first person he thought of was the old man living opposite.
Without hesitation, Fang Ping turned and opened the door, rushing over to the door across the hall.
Volleyball spike!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
This time, his knocking was even more urgent.
"Lord, you're back?"
"Stop knocking, you little brat."
"You're going to break down my door."
"I still haven't bought the fish head you wanted!"
The white-haired old man was home and opened the door with a laugh and a scolding.
"What's going on?"
He looked at Fang Ping and asked.
Although Fang Ping couldn't speak, he communicated clearly through body language.
The old man understood him well.
This time, Fang Ping lifted his front paw, gently patted the old man's leg, then turned and started walking back.
"You want me to come with you?"
"To where?"
The old man seemed to get the message.
Fang Ping walked a few steps and stopped in front of his own door, looking back and wagging his tail.
"You want me to come to your place?"
The old man couldn't figure out what was going on but locked his own door and followed Fang Ping inside.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Zhou Chenchen lying on the sofa.
"This girl, why does she have a fever?"
"She needs to be taken to the hospital."
He didn't need to feel her forehead; her pale face already told him everything.
Fang Ping's purpose in fetching the old man was exactly this.
"I can call the hospital."
"But seeing her like this…"
"It's best if a family member comes to accompany her."
The white-haired old man spoke to Fang Ping, knowing the cat could understand.
Family?
Fang Ping looked at himself.
He wanted to accompany her, but obviously that wasn't possible—the hospital wouldn't allow a cat in.
And if Zhou Chenchen were hospitalized, he couldn't sign any papers either.
Who should he find then?
Fang Ping thought for a moment and suddenly spotted Zhou Chenchen's phone.
Wait!
He thought of Zhou Chenchen's parents.
He didn't know if they were in this city, but he decided to give it a try.
If it didn't work, he'd think of other ways.
He raised his front paw and hooked the phone up.
In the Live Streaming Room, viewers were closely watching Fang Ping and Zhou Chenchen's movements.
...
"Is Lord going to do what I think he's going to do? Is he going to make a call?"
"Who would he call?"
"No way, if Lord talks, won't he be dissected in a lab?"
"Shh, everyone listen to what Lord says!"
"Am I about to witness the world's tenth great wonder?"
"My goddess, I'm so worried! When will the Production Crew help?"
"Seeing Lord so anxious, I'm tearing up!"
...
The white-haired old man was also stunned by Fang Ping's actions.
But he didn't interfere; he just watched.
A cat making a phone call? He'd lived a long life but had never seen such a thing.
Fang Ping didn't care if it was live or not.
Although a cat doing this was unusual, it could be explained away as training by Zhou Chenchen.
That was a reasonable excuse.
Modern phones are all touchscreen-based; fortunately, Zhou Chenchen hadn't set a password.
Fang Ping couldn't operate the phone himself, or rather, he wasn't able to do it there.
He directly dropped the phone near the old man's feet.
"You want me to make the call?"
"To the hospital?"
"Or to someone else?"
The old man picked up the phone.
Fang Ping first pointed his paw at the call button.
The old man followed Fang Ping's indication.
Then Fang Ping's paw pointed at the contacts list.
"You want me to contact her family, right?"
The old man understood.
He opened the contact list.
Fang Ping's paw pointed a third time, this time on a contact labeled "Dad."
That was Zhou Chenchen's father's number—the last time she spoke to him, her tone was bad.
"It's good to have her father's number."
"I'll try calling."
The old man nodded.
He dialed the number.
The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Fang Ping and the white-haired old man anxiously waited.
The host, guests, and live streaming viewers were also anxiously waiting.
At this moment—
On the other end of the call—
A spacious conference room.
A distinguished middle-aged man was chairing a meeting.
A secretary reminded him, and only then did he notice his phone ringing.
His phone was on silent during the meeting.
Seeing it was his daughter calling, the middle-aged man stood up.
"The meeting is paused, I'll take this call."
He left the room with the phone in hand.
The call connected.
"Chenchen?"
His voice softened considerably.
On the other end—
A brief silence.
Suddenly, a fierce, commanding voice came through.
"Zhou's Dad?"
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