Hearing the voice, the middle-aged man's hand shook, almost dropping his phone.
The Live Streaming Room viewers were also startled.
...
"Whoa, is that Lord's voice?"
"The cup in my hand nearly slipped out of shock."
"Cats usually go 'meow meow,' right? What kind of sound was that?"
"Lord's voice is so fierce and powerful, no wonder he's Lord!"
"After hearing that, I might have nightmares tonight."
...
"Mr. Zhou?"
Fortunately, the voice on the other end of the call changed then, replaced by an old, hoarse voice.
The white-haired old man spoke.
He was also startled by Fang Ping's voice—it was the first time Fang Ping had made a sound in front of him.
No wonder the little rascal didn't like to make noise; if he did so in the middle of the night, it could scare someone to death.
"Sir, who is this?"
The middle-aged man relaxed upon hearing the normal voice.
He could tell the other party was elderly.
"Mr. Zhou! I'm your daughter Zhou Chenchen's neighbor."
"She has a fever now and might need to be taken to the hospital."
...
The white-haired old man briefly explained the situation.
"Sir! Please keep an eye on her."
"I'm on my way."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man decided immediately.
"Okay, I'll wait here for you."
The white-haired old man agreed.
"Just don't make a sound next time."
"Your yelling scared me half to death."
He hung up and then glared at Fang Ping.
Fang Ping, having overheard the conversation between the white-haired old man and Zhou's Dad, felt relieved.
As long as Zhou's Dad came, Zhou Chenchen's situation wouldn't be too serious.
He looked at the sofa; Zhou Chenchen seemed asleep, frowning and looking uncomfortable.
He felt a bit bad too.
Hold on!
Your family is almost here.
Thinking this, Fang Ping drooped his cat head in a bit of dejection.
He was family to Zhou Chenchen too, but now there was nothing he could do.
"You've already done very well."
"I've never seen a cat do better than you."
The white-haired old man seemed to see through Fang Ping's feelings and encouraged him firmly.
Feeling motivated, Fang Ping lifted his head.
"I'll do even better," he thought.
Zhou's Dad arrived quickly.
More than ten minutes later, several ambulances pulled up.
The hospital director personally led a team, bringing senior doctors and various equipment.
Everyone carefully checked Zhou Chenchen's condition and came to a conclusion.
It wasn't serious—just fatigue and drowsiness caused by the fever.
For this kind of fever, oral medication and an injection, plus plenty of rest, would suffice.
Of course!
The director and doctors only performed an initial check.
Further treatment decisions would have to wait until Zhou's Dad arrived.
When Zhou's Dad appeared, he carried an imposing, high-status aura.
The director quickly reported to him.
After hearing Zhou Chenchen's condition wasn't serious, Zhou's Dad finally relaxed, his stern expression softening.
It was Fang Ping's first time seeing Zhou's Dad, who was very serious and seemed unapproachable.
This was completely different from Zhou Chenchen's friendly and polite personality.
Fang Ping could tell Zhou's Dad wasn't simple; others could tell that too.
"Mr. Zhou! Good to see you."
"I'll leave Zhou Chenchen in your care and then head back."
The white-haired old man approached Zhou's Dad.
He had been watching over here all along before Zhou's Dad came.
Being older, his energy was limited.
"Sir! Thank you for your hard work!"
"I'll be sure to visit and thank you properly another day."
Zhou's Dad recognized the voice from the earlier call and hurried to shake his hand gratefully.
"No need to thank me."
"The real thanks belong to your Lord."
"He was the one who noticed Zhou Chenchen was unwell, found me, and even insisted I make the call."
The white-haired old man waved his hand and then pointed at Fang Ping.
All thanks to Lord.
Zhou's Dad had actually seen Fang Ping when he came in; he knew there was a cat by his daughter's side.
Their last unpleasant phone call was actually because of Fang Ping.
Zhou's Dad didn't like animals or keeping pets.
He thought pets were useless, brought no benefits, and needed good food and care daily—a thankless hassle.
He didn't understand Zhou Chenchen's behavior and wanted to persuade her to give Fang Ping away.
But Zhou Chenchen got so upset that she almost fell out with him.
Because of this, they hadn't spoken for a while.
Zhou Chenchen's illness was a chance to reconcile.
Still, seeing Fang Ping, he couldn't warm up to it.
As for what the white-haired old man said about Fang Ping, he thought it was exaggerated.
What could a cat really do?
He didn't believe Fang Ping was that impressive.
Probably the white-haired old man was an animal lover.
People who like cats always exaggerate everything cats do.
"Your cat is on the Pet Reality Show. Just watch it, and you'll know how amazing your cat is."
The white-haired old man saw Zhou's Dad was skeptical and didn't say more.
Turns out, he was watching Pet Reality Show too.
He casually pointed to a filming camera on the wall, knowing the live stream was still secretly recording.
Pet Reality Show?
Zhou's Dad frowned, not really understanding.
But it was easy to check if needed, so he didn't ask the white-haired old man any more questions.
After finishing, the white-haired old man left, patting Fang Ping's head and encouraging him once again.
In the room!
The director and doctors were now asking Zhou's Dad for instructions since Zhou Chenchen's fever still needed treatment.
"Does she need to be hospitalized?"
Zhou's Dad asked.
"She can be admitted for observation for two days. She'll recover quickly."
The director replied immediately.
For someone important like him, hospitalization was obviously no problem.
"Then admit her."
Zhou's Dad waved his hand and made arrangements.
After all, this was his daughter; he cared deeply and didn't want anything to happen to her.
The director and doctors took the still-sleeping Zhou Chenchen away.
The room grew quiet.
Only Zhou's Dad and one cat remained.
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