Chapter 639: The Hercules Cup is With You

Outside the screen, the production team was already in an uproar.

The final episode was about to finish airing, and there was no longer any need to dwell on that damned thought—what to film for the next episode.

The show's data was good, exceptionally good, unimaginably good.

No one had expected such badass data beforehand.

Because Neymar made an appearance in the final episode, the number of concurrent viewers had already broken through 13 million.

For other shows, reaching three to five million hits after airing was already considered shocking; no one would have thought a variety show could reach such a high number of concurrent viewers.

This was the concurrent viewer count; the total hit count would inevitably reach a jaw-dropping level later on.

Not to say it was the last of its kind, but it was certainly unprecedented.

Fan Dao sat leisurely in his chair; he had long since stopped looking at the data.

The data exceeded expectations, and that was enough; as for the rest... he was so tired, an exhaustion from the inside out.

Before the show began filming, he had been dispirited, thinking the financier was just messing around and ruining his hard work.

What he hadn't expected was that the young Doctor would be so badass to this extent, single-handedly elevating a variety show that could only be called "having highlights" and "broadcastable" to a national level.

Fan Dao felt some regret.

Because many explosive things were not aired due to Ji Xiang's insistence.

For example, his battle of wits against the crowd; Ji Xiang had debated with Neymar's medical team alone for 4 hours and won a complete victory in the end.

Every time he thought of the expression on the face of the head of Neymar's medical team when the consultation ended and it was decided that Ji Xiang, Zhao Zhe, and Lin Jiuze would perform the surgery, Fan Dao would feel a secret thrill.

If this segment had aired, the ratings and concurrent viewer count wouldn't have changed, but everyone would have watched it with more satisfaction, felt more fulfilled, and it would have paved the way for the next season.

It was a pity; no matter what, Ji Xiang wouldn't agree.

There was also the surgery process; Ji Xiang and Neymar's medical team also didn't agree to air it, so they could only use animation as a substitute.

But these unpleasantries and minor regrets all dissipated like smoke in the wind.

Nationwide!

A once-in-a-decade national-level variety show!

It was created by his own hands!

Thinking of this, Fan Dao smiled slightly.

It was truly very happy; if he wanted to be lazy, this one variety show alone would be enough for him to live off of for the rest of his life.

"Director, the show is over," Fan Dao's assistant murmured.

"It's over, finally over," Fan Dao also murmured.

There was a sense of reluctance in both of their tones.

"Director, what's next?" Fan Dao's assistant asked.

"What, you still want to hold a meeting to study what content to air for the next episode?" Fan Dao's lips curled up slightly.

"Hahaha, I'm just used to it. When an episode ends, if you don't say something, I always feel uneasy."

"Right, I forgot one thing." Fan Dao jumped up, opened his cabinet, and took out a black carrying case from inside.

"Everyone, quiet down!" Fan Dao placed the case on the ground and pressed his hands down.

The noise in the control room receded like the tide, and everyone's eyes turned toward Fan Dao.

Everyone was smiling, and some even cried while they laughed.

Only those who were there could feel the hardship of this period.

But all the effort was worth it!

"Our show has received the approval of Boss Feng; she entrusted me to bring her regards to everyone. Everyone, you've worked hard." Fan Dao bowed, expressing his gratitude.

This bow was sincere; Fan Dao knew how much he had scolded the members of the production team during this time.

"Clap, clap, clap~"

Everyone in the production team applauded very sensibly.

The big boss behind the scenes approving the show was just as important as the data.

"Boss Feng has prepared red envelopes for everyone; rest well, and keep up the good work in the future."

Red envelopes!

This was practical, more practical than empty rewards.

Fan Dao's assistant picked up the leather case, and as his hand sank from the weight, everyone's eyes lit up.

Judging by the weight, it should be quite a lot, even when divided among everyone.

Fan Dao opened the case, took out a red envelope, and started handing them out, beginning with the "invisible" person standing at the very back.

The staff member took the heavy red envelope and was stunned for a moment.

There should be ten thousand yuan inside.

The boss was really generous to give out so much all at once!

The control room was in an uproar once again.

Fan Dao didn't stop them; the boss gave out such a large sum, what was it for? Wasn't it just so everyone could be happy?

The boss was really very generous; was it really just for a variety show? As Fan Dao thought about it, he suppressed the thought.

This wasn't something he should be thinking about.

……

At this moment, Ji Xiang was standing by Neymar's bedside, chatting with him in Portuguese.

Zhao Zhe's chest was puffed out high; he would never have imagined that he, a plain and ordinary little doctor, would have the opportunity to perform surgery on Neymar, and have such close contact after the surgery.

"Rest well; I've already spoken with your medical team's doctors about post-operative recovery. It's very simple, no need to be nervous."

After Ji Xiang finished speaking, he stood up, looking like he was about to leave.

"Ji Yisheng, can I really recover?!" Neymar grabbed Ji Xiang's hand and asked anxiously.

"There is a high probability of recovery," Ji Xiang said in a calm tone.

Neymar had asked similar questions countless times, and the answers he received were always the same.

He was somewhat disappointed, his eyes vacant.

Ji Xiang made a gesture, and Zhao Zhe returned, beaming with joy, carrying a pile of jerseys.

"Neymar, I need a favor," Ji Xiang said in Neymar's native Portuguese, "please sign these jerseys."

"Oh," Neymar's mind was blank in his disappointment, and he nodded subconsciously.

"I want to keep these jerseys until next year's World Cup; once you lift the Hercules Cup, I will take them out for my friends and family."

"Oh."

Neymar took the pen Ji Xiang handed him and replied offhandedly. Ji Xiang's words were slow to register; once he understood, he froze.

"Sign your name, and underneath, write 'The Hercules Cup is with you'."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Neymar and his medical team were all stunned.

This was the first time Ji Xiang had implicitly made his assessment of Neymar's injury clear, and it was unexpectedly optimistic.

Was it a beautiful blessing or something else?

"Ji, can I really return to the National Team?" Neymar's heart was thumping wildly.

"Of course you can, but I estimate you will need to change your position. The way Messi plays is very suitable for you now; I believe you can do what Messi was able to do back then."

Ji Xiang looked up, met Neymar's eyes, and revealed a brilliant smile.

"Ji Yisheng, is it really that optimistic?" the head of Neymar's medical team asked.

"I am not being optimistic; I am merely stating a fact and expressing my well wishes for Mr. Neymar's journey in next year's World Cup. Aside from his physical condition, there are many other factors constraining Mr. Neymar.

Of course, his physical condition is the least of our worries, rest assured."

(End of chapter)