latelenovela Chapter 368 The Beloved Little Sister 3
Chapter 368 The Beloved Little Sister 3
There was only one folding bed left in the observation room.
Fang Youheng told Ji Xiaosong to rest, and then sat in a chair to keep watch.
At three in the morning, Bai Xiaotian's body temperature finally dropped below 38 degrees Celsius. Ji Xiaosong, half asleep, saw Fang Youheng modifying code under the dim light of his phone, his profile as sharp as if it had been carved with a knife.
She suddenly remembered that conference room three years ago, where he stared intently at the screen and rejected her carefully designed cartoon mascot completely.
"Why are you helping us?" she asked softly.
Fang Youheng's fingers stopped on the keyboard.
After a long silence, so long that Ji Xiaosong thought he wouldn't answer, he finally said, "My wife also had a high fever on her last day. The ambulance was delayed for two hours because of a report. They were just following orders from above, I know, but I can't accept it."
Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the ring mark on his ring finger.
Ji Xiaosong felt as if something had hit her chest hard.
“Hey,” she suddenly sat up, “give me your phone.”
Fang Youheng handed it over without understanding why.
After a few quick actions, Ji Xiaosong returned the message to him: "We've added each other on WeChat. Jiayi can ask me for help when she gets stuck in games; I'm a Diamond rank player across all platforms."
Fang Youheng looked at the newly added "Grumpy Sister Song" in his WeChat contact list, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I thought you would hold a grudge against me. Three years ago..."
"Work is work, and saving a life is saving a life." Ji Xiaosong lay back down and covered her head with the blanket. "...Thank you for the fever reducer."
*
When I was discharged from the hospital in the early morning, the sun was shining brightly.
Fang Jiayi fell asleep in the car, while Bai Xiaotian played the game Fang Youheng had made with great energy.
While waiting at a red light, Ji Xiaosong suddenly said, "Next week I'm doing a live stream to sell children's fever-reducing patches. Can you be my technical consultant? We can split the profits."
Fang Youheng turned the steering wheel: "I don't do live-streaming e-commerce."
“This isn’t your average live-streaming sales.” Ji Xiaosong’s eyes lit up. “We’ll create a smart consultation mini-program and embed it in the live stream. Viewers can input their symptoms and get advice on caring for their children. You provide the technology, I provide the traffic, it’s a 50/50 split.”
The car drove into the underground parking garage of the residential complex.
Fang Youheng turned off the engine and turned to look at her: "Why me?"
“Because you’re the only one who dared to tell me to my face that my proposal was just ‘showy’.” Ji Xiaosong unbuckled her seatbelt. “And…”
She pointed to the back seat, where Bai Xiaotian and Fang Jiayi had fallen asleep together, their heads touching, like a pair of siblings.
"And we've run out of cabbage, I heard you've stocked up a whole fridge?"
Fang Youheng smiled.
She smiled genuinely, the kind that makes fine lines appear at the corners of her eyes.
Ji Xiaosong suddenly noticed that this tech guy who always had a stern face actually had a canine tooth.
"Deal," he said.
*
At 5:23 a.m., at Ji Xiaosong's home.
Bai Xiaotian's fever subsided, but Fang Jiayi started sneezing.
Ji Xiaosong stared at her reddened nose, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito: "Didn't your dad say you have rhinitis?"
“Yes, rhinitis.” Fang Jiayi rubbed her nose, her eyes darting around. “It’s like this every spring.”
Ji Xiaosong sneered, picked up the thermometer, and stuck it on her forehead.
38.1c.
"Fang Youheng!" she yelled into the kitchen, "Your daughter has a fever too!"
Fang Youheng came out carrying a bowl of freshly boiled ginger soup, her expression calm: "It's normal. The incubation period is 24-48 hours. There are close contacts in our building, so generally speaking, no one can escape it."
"Then why did you let her come to the hospital?"
“She refuses to be home alone.” Fang Youheng’s tone was calm, but his knuckles were slightly white. “And…”
"And what?"
"Besides, if she really is infected, it's better for me to be there than for her to have a high fever and no one to take care of her."
Ji Xiaosong was speechless.
She watched as Fang Youheng squatted down and handed the ginger soup to Fang Jiayi, saying in a low voice, "Drink it, then go to sleep."
Fang Jiayi pouted, "It tastes awful."
"You have to drink it even if it tastes bad."
“My mom used to add honey.”
Fang Youheng's fingers stiffened for a moment.
Ji Xiaosong suddenly reached into the refrigerator, scooped out a spoonful of osmanthus honey, and stirred it into the ginger soup: "Now you have it, drink it."
Fang Jiayi looked up at her, her eyes lit up, and she obediently picked up the bowl.
Fang Youheng didn't speak, but Ji Xiaosong could feel his gaze on her back, like a burning ember.
*
10:00 AM, the third day of the lockdown.
Ji Xiaosong's live stream exploded.
"Family members! It's not that I don't want to sell fever-reducing patches! It's that all the courier services have stopped!" she cried out to the camera. "Your scolding won't help; I can't even leave my house now!"
The barrage scrolls crazily:
"Then what are you talking about?!"
What should I do if my child has a fever of 39 degrees Celsius?
[Sister Song, aren't you always so capable? Think of a way!]
Just as Ji Xiaosong was about to retort, the live stream suddenly crashed.
"Damn it!" She slammed her hand on the router. "Fang Youheng! Is your Wi-Fi even working?"
Fang Youheng's voice came from the study: "It's not a Wi-Fi problem, it's that the number of people online in your live stream at the same time exceeds the server's capacity."
"What should I do?"
"Expand capacity".
How to expand?
"Give me administrator privileges."
Ji Xiaosong hesitated for a second before handing him her account and password.
Five minutes later, the live stream restarted, and a small AI consultation robot appeared in the upper right corner of the screen.
Enter your child's symptoms to get care advice.
The barrage instantly boiled:
Holy crap, this is high-tech!
[What's this? An automatic reply?]
I tried it, and it really can identify symptoms!
Fang Youheng's voice came through the earpiece: "I wrote a lightweight diagnostic model on the fly. The data source is the public guidelines from the National Health Commission. It can alleviate 80% of common problems."
Ji Xiaosong stared at the small window, her heart suddenly racing.
This is no ordinary live-streaming sales event.
This is a basic need.
At 3:00 PM, the data exploded.
The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 50, and the AI robot was called more than 20 times.
Ji Xiaosong's private messages exploded, filled with parents asking for help:
What should I do if my child has a cough?
What can be used as a substitute for fever reducers if they are unavailable?
What can pregnant women eat when they have a fever?
She copied and pasted each line into Fang Youheng's email, and he corrected the AI's answers line by line.
Fang Jiayi, wrapped in a blanket, nestled on the sofa, blew her nose and muttered, "You two look like a wartime command post."
Ji Xiaosong didn't even look up: "Shut up, drink your pear soup."
Fang Youheng suddenly spoke up: "Someone is scraping our data."
"what?"
“There’s an IP address that’s fetching AI-generated care plans in bulk, at an abnormal frequency.” He tapped a few times on the keyboard. “It’s a competitor company.”
Ji Xiaosong narrowed her eyes: "What do they want to do?"
“Either plagiarize, or…” Fang Youheng paused, “find loopholes and sue us for practicing medicine illegally.”
"Damn it!" Ji Xiaosong slammed his hand on the table. "Then should we turn off the AI?"
"No need." Fang Youheng's lips curled up slightly. "I prepared a little 'surprise' for them."
He entered a string of code, and ten seconds later, all the IPs that were scraping the data received a meticulously forged PDF, titled "Virus Family Prevention Plan (Internal Version)," which contained nothing but hot pot base recipes and a handbook of local dialect insults.
Ji Xiaosong laughed so hard she slammed her fist on the table: "You're so mean!"
Fang Youheng pushed up his glasses: "A legal counterattack."
*
At 8:00 PM, the crisis escalated.
Fang Jiayi's body temperature soared to 39 degrees Celsius.
Ji Xiaosong searched through the medicine box and found that there was only one dose of fever reducer left.
"Give it to Xiaotian first," Fang Youheng said immediately. "Jiayi can handle it."
"Carry my ass!" Ji Xiaosong snapped the pills in half. "Half for each of us."
Fang Youheng pressed her hand down: "Dosage for children's medication cannot be arbitrarily divided."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
silence.
Fang Jiayi curled up on the sofa, her cheeks burning red, but she still managed to joke, "Dad, if I get brain damage from the fever, can you make a robot to take the college entrance exam for me?"
Fang Youheng's Adam's apple bobbed.
Ji Xiaosong suddenly grabbed her phone: "Wait for me for ten minutes."
She rushed into the bedroom, locked the door, and dialed a number she hadn't contacted in three years.
"Hey, Lao Chen? I have an exclusive news story for you... Yes, the one about 'AI consultations saving hundreds of thousands of parents'... Conditions? I need two special epidemic prevention passes, right now."
Five minutes later, she received an electronic pass on WeChat.
Three minutes later, Fang Youheng's phone rang.
He opened the message, his pupils shrinking slightly: "Temporary pass? How did you get it?"
Ji Xiaosong grinned: "The second rule for workplace survival is to always keep a trump card up your sleeve."
*
11:30 p.m., fever clinic at the children's hospital.
Fang Jiayi fell asleep after being hooked up to an IV drip, while Bai Xiaotian played games next to her.
Ji Xiaosong and Fang Youheng sat on a bench in the corridor, each holding a cup of coffee from a vending machine.
"Today's live stream helped at least 100,000 people," Fang Youheng suddenly said.
"Ah."
"But once the lockdown is lifted, 99% of people will immediately forget about us."
"Ah."
"Why do you still do it?"
Ji Xiaosong turned to look at him and found that his eyes looked like two obsidian stones under the cold white light.
“Because that 1% of people will remember,” she said softly, “just like I remember every line of code you wrote today.”
Fang Youheng was stunned.
After a long silence, he whispered, "This is the first time since my wife left that I feel... that code can save something."
Ji Xiaosong didn't say anything, but gently nudged his coffee can.
The aluminum cans collided, making a very soft sound, but in the empty hospital corridor, it was like an unspoken vow.
The next morning, the notice to lift the lockdown was suddenly issued.
Ji Xiaosong stood on the balcony, watching the gate of the residential complex slowly open, feeling as if she had been transported to another world.
My phone vibrated; Fang Youheng had sent me a message:
"I've open-sourced the AI consultation model, and it's just been integrated into their system."
Then there is another one:
"Your fridge is empty, how about coming over for hot pot lunch?"
Ji Xiaosong smiled and typed:
"A hot pot with two broths, otherwise forget it."
Fang Youheng replied quickly:
"make a deal."