Just as she was about to send another message, the head nurse's voice came from the other end of the corridor. " Xiao Zhou, come over and help check tomorrow's medication order!"
She quickly stuffed her phone into her pocket and ran over.
Some people in the comments section sensed something was wrong.
"Hospital? Which hospital? What happened to Shi'an?"
A group of people scrolled through the profile of the person with " Unstable Mental State " and found that she was indeed a nurse at the hospital, and the content she usually posted was about daily medical care, instantly boosting her credibility.
As a result, more people became anxious and tagged her to inquire about the situation.
But the nurse was on duty and had her phone in her pocket, so she didn't even look at it.
She had no idea that a group of fans online were frantic with worry, with some even imagining a whole series of dramatic scenarios, including hospitalization, serious illness, and being sidelined by the company.
Impatient netizens, unable to get a reply from the nurse, turned to Song Shi'an's Weibo.
The latest post was a promotional post from a few days ago. The comment section was originally calm, but now it's being flooded with question marks at a visible speed.
" Shi'an, what's wrong with you! Don't scare me!"
"I heard you're in the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Bro, at least send a message to let me know you're safe!"
Song Shi'an was just finishing the last bite of rice in his bowl when he received Ji Shuyao's call.
He glanced at the caller ID, put down his chopsticks, and said to Mother Song, "Mom, I'm going out to take this call."
He walked to the end of the corridor and called back, " Brother Yao? What's up?"
Ji Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice on the other end was strong and didn't sound sick.
But then he thought, why would I go to the hospital? He pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Where are you right now?"
"At the hospital?" Song Shi'an leaned against the corridor wall. "Is there something wrong?"
"Why did you go to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?" Ji Shuyao stood up from his office chair, grabbing his car keys from the desk with his other hand. "I'm coming to find you now."
Song Shi'an quickly said, "No need, no need, it's not me, it's my aunt who's in the hospital. Just call if you need anything. I'll be back later, I have class tomorrow."
Ji Shuyao tossed the car keys back onto the table, his tone helpless. "Why don't you check Weibo? These days, which young person isn't glued to their phone? But you, you don't even look at your messages or reply."
Song Shi'an was a little embarrassed. "I was a bit busy today, and I just took a break to eat."
After hanging up the phone, he opened Weibo, and the backend was so full of messages that his phone lagged for several seconds before it finally loaded.
The private messages and comments were all from people trying to find out what was going on, asking if he was feeling unwell, if something had happened, and some even claimed to have seen him at the hospital, saying he looked terrible.
It took him a while to figure out what had happened.
It all started when a nurse posted a few messages in a supertopic saying she saw him at the hospital, and then netizens followed the trail and spread increasingly outrageous rumors.
In just a few hours, the news has gone from "saw Song Shi'an at the hospital" to " Song Shi'an is suspected of being seriously ill," and some people even said that he was blacklisted by the company, which is why he was so angry that he was hospitalized.
He just didn't check Weibo for a day, and suddenly he's being treated like he's seriously ill and sidelined? Are netizens these days so hard to please?
He quickly edited a Weibo post and posted it. "Thank you for your concern, nothing's wrong, I'm just accompanying a family member to the hospital for a check-up."
After sending the message, he glanced around; there was no one in the hallway.
He held his phone up to his face, found what he thought was a pretty good angle, took a selfie, and uploaded it directly.
After posting it, he turned around and went back to his ward, completely unaware of the uproar his photo had caused in the comments section.
The comment section started refreshing like crazy three seconds after he posted it.
How did you find the 361st degree on your face, which is flawless from every angle?
"Bro! I'm begging you! Delete this one! There aren't many photos to begin with, not to mention the 'fan service,' what's going on here?"
"This angle... this lighting... this image quality... I don't know which to criticize first."
"I smiled at this photo for five minutes, not mocking, but genuinely happy. Thank you, Shi'an, you know how to please your fans."
"Am I the only one who thinks this picture is beautiful...? It's blurry, but it's just so beautiful!!!"
"+1, I think it's good too, but what year was this camera made..."
All of them are asking to be deleted.
Song Shi'an sat in the armchair, scrolled through the comments, and then looked at the photo he had just taken.
He thought the photos were alright; the eyes and nose were clearly defined, but the lighting was a bit dim.
The main problem is that the front camera on his phone was broken when he dropped it, so the photos he took had a blurry filter on them, to the point that facial features were almost impossible to see.
He flipped his phone over to look at the back; the glass next to the camera was cracked into a spiderweb pattern, from when it slipped out of his pocket and fell while he was delivering food last time.
He picked it up, wiped off the dust, and found it was still usable, so he's been using it ever since.
Lili, in the bed next to mine, had already seen that Weibo.
She was drinking porridge when she opened the selfie, and almost spat it all over her tablet the moment she saw the photo.
She coughed several times, covering her mouth, her face turning bright red.
Her mother quickly patted her on the back. "Drink slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
Song Shi'an looked at the selfie he had just posted, then at the comments section filled with requests to delete it, hesitated for a moment, and thought that the front-facing camera might indeed not be very good.
He walked over to Mother Song and handed her his phone. "Mom, take a picture of me."
Mother Song took the phone, holding it in both hands, a little flustered, unsure of where to place her fingers. " Shi'an, why do you suddenly want to take a picture?"
"It's okay, Mom. My front camera is broken, so the photos are a bit ugly. The rear camera will take better pictures; I'm going to upload them to Weibo."
When Mother Song heard that the video would be uploaded online, she became even more nervous. She held her phone up straight, staring at her son's face on the screen, her finger hovering over the shutter button, but she dared not press it.
Song Shi'an stood by the wall and gave a thumbs-up.
Mother Song pressed the shutter button several times, then carefully handed the phone back. "See if it's okay."
Song Shi'an took it and glanced at it. The rear camera shot was clear. Although the composition was a bit crooked, at least the facial features were clear.
He nodded in satisfaction and, in a good mood, reposted the photo on Weibo.
Lili watched the interaction between Song Shi'an and his Mother Song; it was clearly a heartwarming scene, but she couldn't bring herself to smile.
The rear camera glass of Song Shi'an's phone was shattered into a spiderweb pattern, and the paint on the corners of the phone was chipped off. Judging from the brand and model, it's an old model from several years ago.
She was a little stunned. Was An'an having some kind of trouble? Was this company just a bunch of freeloaders?!
The celebrity uses this broken old phone, and they won't even provide a new one?!
Song Shi'an had no idea that the girl in the next bed had already started concocting conspiracy theories about a second season of his story.