I Conquer the Entertainment Industry with My Medical Skills - Chapter 27

When Xie Anran woke up, she discovered An Ningqing hadn’t waited for her to eat breakfast. She asked the Filipina maid and learned that An Ningqing had finished her meal early and gone to play with the medical team.

“……”

A sudden surge of anger washed over her.

She ate her breakfast with a dark expression, not even glancing at her favorite dumplings. After finishing, she slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly into space. It wasn’t until several minutes had passed that she realized ten minutes had already gone by.

“How utterly boring.”

“I can’t stand another minute in this wretched place.”

She stormed off to find Li Xianzong, who was currently reviewing the “homework” he had assigned to the children earlier. Before he could say more than a few words, Xie Anran kicked the door open and stood in the doorway, tilting her chin defiantly. “I want internet access. Don’t try to fob me off with your usual nonsense—it won’t work. I’m getting online today, no matter what!”

Li Xianzong gestured calmly to the person on the video call, then calmly ended the call. He placed his hands on the table, fingers lightly interlaced. “Third Miss, your timing is impeccable. Just ten minutes ago, your Eldest Brother acquired three of my Li Group’s electronics companies. It’s my sons’ fault for being so naive, thinking they’d secured some major investment. They were easily manipulated into losing their bearings in just a few days. I must admit, Young Master Xie’s demands are impressive. One of them was to ensure your safe return.”

The original words were: “If he discovers that Xie Anran loses a single strand of hair or suffers the slightest grievance, he will spare no effort in dismantling his overseas companies, one by one.”

Such unbridled arrogance, reminiscent of his own youth.

It was a pity that this ambitious young man bore the surname Xie, not Li.

Xie Anran gasped in surprise. This was indeed something Xie Xuanze would do. “So?”

Li Xianzong glanced at the still-shaking door, wondering if he should replace it with an aluminum alloy one next time. The quality was terrible, just like those tearful employees who had come to him complaining that his son had been deceived. “So, Third Miss, you can pack your things now. I’ll have someone take you home.”

“Fine by me,” Xie Anran replied. “But if I leave, I’m taking An Ningqing with me.”

Li Xianzong hesitated. “That won’t do. Miss An has just joined my medical team. Besides, Third Miss, Young Master Xie’s words clearly indicate his disapproval of your relationship. When I was your age, I fought for what I wanted myself.”

Such a clumsy attempt at manipulation.

Was he afraid of losing?

Xie Anran scoffed. “If she’s not leaving, neither am I. Look, when I was your age, I was already fighting for my own feelings. So, Mr. Li, turn on the island’s internet. I plan to vacation here for a while.”

Li Xianzong was speechless.

This is infuriating.

If she were my daughter, I would have strangled her at birth.

An Ningqing, completely unaware of Xie Anran’s confrontation with Li Xianzong, was currently dragging Dr. Jiang around.

“Dr. Jiang, you said this facility has the world’s most advanced medical equipment, more comprehensive than any hospital. Have you found a way to extend Mr. Li’s life?”

“…Here we go again.”

The Ten Thousand Whys is back.

And she asks with such mockery, it’s unbearable.

Dr. Jiang snapped, “Do you think this is some magical elixir? It’s just medical equipment for support…” After a lengthy explanation, Dr. Jiang completely forgot what he was supposed to be doing, his sole focus now on showcasing the wonders of medical technology to An Ningqing.

An Ningqing spent the morning with the medical team, observing much but not yet performing any procedures herself. Her gaze swept across the room, finally settling on a young man hurrying downstairs with a stack of documents. She stopped him. This young assistant, Xiao Chen, worked for Dr. Jiang and hadn’t yet taken on any apprentices. He was warm and helpful, having assisted her earlier. “Xiao Chen, could I trouble you to lie in that machine? I’d like to get some hands-on practice.”

The assistant, terrified, could only turn to Dr. Jiang for help.

Listen to what she’s saying!

Dr. Jiang’s beard trembled with anger. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and inhaled again, but it was no use. “An Ningqing, what on earth are you up to? Are you treating Xiao Chen like a lab rat?”

An Ningqing pointed to the full-body diagnostic instrument at the center of the third floor, which occupied nearly half the floor’s area. “Before using it, shouldn’t we test its functions first? I simply want to verify my hypothesis.”

“What hypothesis?! You’re someone who’s only opened nine of your ten spiritual orifices, and you’ve been here for just one day. What hypothesis could you possibly have? Tell me!”

“I want to check the instrument’s accuracy.”

“What?!”

“Accuracy? You think you need to confirm its accuracy?”

An Ningqing glanced at Xiao Chen, who was hiding behind Dr. Jiang. The young man’s lips were a normal color, but his breathing was shallow, and he coughed occasionally. After just a few laps around the room, he was already panting heavily—his stamina was likely worse than the Third Miss’s. “I’ve examined him. He has the most serious issues on the third floor. He suffers from severe heart disease. If left untreated, he probably won’t live past thirty.”

“You—!”

Xiao Chen would turn twenty-nine next year.

Her words were no different from cursing him to die within two years.

Dr. Jiang nearly swore aloud. “He’s just a young man! Why are you cursing him for no reason? Besides, I’ve known about Xiao Chen’s arrhythmia for years. He gets regular checkups, and he’s perfectly healthy!”

An Ningqing blinked innocently, but her next words sent Dr. Jiang’s bl00d pressure soaring. “Why are you getting so worked up, Dr. Jiang? Just run a test and see if I’m right or wrong.”

Besides, I’m quite curious myself.

This medical device had cost over a hundred million yuan to manufacture. Due to its exorbitant price, most hospitals couldn’t afford it; only private clinics or wealthy individuals could own one.

Dr. Jiang’s hands trembled with anger.

“Careful, Dr. Jiang,” An Ningqing warned. “You might have a stroke from getting so worked up.”

Dr. Jiang was speechless, his entire body now shaking.

Xiao Chen quickly steadied him. “Miss An, please don’t bully the doctor. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to verify your theory, nor that I’m unwilling to cooperate. It’s just that this machine—cough, cough—is specifically for Mr. Li’s use. I’m not authorized to lie on it.”

The entire medical team was dedicated solely to Li Xianzong’s health.

An Ningqing replied, “Then ask Mr. Li. Tell him I want you to lie on the machine for a test to verify my hypothesis. He shouldn’t object.”

Dr. Jiang pointed a trembling finger at her. “Y-you, you, you—”

An Ningqing sighed softly, stepped forward, and administered two acupuncture needles. She gently smoothed his breathing. “Don’t rush, don’t rush. Take a deep breath. You can scold me later when you’ve calmed down. But don’t forget to mention this to Mr. Li.”

Dr. Jiang watched her insert the needles with effortless grace and withdraw them with fluid precision. The chaotic energy that had been surging through his body suddenly subsided. This acupuncture technique was undeniable proof of her skill; no doctor would dare perform such intricate maneuvers without at least eight or nine years, if not over a decade, of experience. A single misplaced needle could easily cost a patient their life.

Sometimes she seemed remarkably knowledgeable, like with this acupuncture technique. Dr. Jiang could confidently say he himself couldn’t match her speed. But then she’d ask the most bizarre, nonsensical questions, making him wonder if she truly understood anything at all.

This is infuriating.

Dr. Jiang advised himself not to overthink it, reminding himself that dwelling on it would be pointless. “Alright, I’ll go ask the boss right now and see if he agrees.”

Li Xianzong was currently grappling with the same headache that had plagued An Ningqing earlier: inviting a deity is easy, but getting rid of one is a nightmare. Young Master Xie outside hadn’t given up on acquiring the Li Group’s assets. The three subsidiaries he’d previously lost were merely toys for his sons to play with—their loss, totaling a few hundred million, was just a minor setback, a gamble he was willing to concede. But if Xie Xuanze continued his pursuit, it would no longer be a trivial matter; it would become a question of face.

Yet Xie Anran remained calm and composed, dragging out the stalemate. “I’ve only made a small request, Mr. Li: I want internet access! Grant me this first, and then we can talk. After all, you invited us here as guests—it’s hardly proper to rush us out now.”

Li Xianzong fell silent, speechless.

Then he received Dr. Jiang’s call.

“Let her do whatever she wants,” Li Xianzong said dismissively. “Don’t bother calling me about it again.”

“Understood,” Dr. Jiang replied.

This is absurd! He’s completely blinded by lust.

Giving her the access pass so easily…

After receiving the boss’s approval, Xiao Chen immediately changed into the examination gown and lay down inside the machine. The multicolored lights flashed so brightly that he quickly closed his eyes. An Ningqing stared at the various buttons on the machine, calmly asking Dr. Jiang beside her, “What does this button do? And what’s the function of that one?”

When it came to explaining the examination procedures, Dr. Jiang patiently answered all her questions, maintaining a calm demeanor. His gaze remained fixed on the computer screen, but as he continued to study the data, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“This is a scan of the heart, right?”

“Yes,” Dr. Jiang confirmed.

“Dr. Jiang, look—there’s a shadow on Xiao Chen’s heart.”

An Ningqing spoke softly, her tone gentle, but Dr. Jiang felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Yet she continued as if it were nothing, “It seems this expensive machine really is worth its price. Hmm, there’s also a minor issue with his lungs.”

Dr. Jiang was stunned.

You wouldn’t know anything was wrong without the scan, but once you started looking, it was like the hole in Xiao Chen’s heart—full of holes everywhere.

When Xiao Chen climbed out of the machine and rushed over excitedly, Dr. Jiang’s legs gave way before he could even speak. “Xiao Chen, where are your annual checkup reports? Let me see them.”

“Teacher, is there something wrong with my test results?” Xiao Chen asked anxiously.

An Ningqing smiled at him.

He was quite perceptive, noticing Dr. Jiang’s grave expression.

Xiao Chen’s legs buckled, nearly causing him to collapse.

He then wandered off, as if scouting for his next experimental subject.

Dr. Jiang dismissed Xiao Chen. “Miss An, could you explain how you detected it?”

Having learned the traditional methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation from her master since childhood, An Ningqing could only reply, “I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Don’t worry,” she added. “With timely treatment, he can still live past thirty.”

Dr. Jiang stared blankly.

An Ningqing offered a few perfunctory remarks before resuming her focused observation of the people around her. But by the time her stomach growled with hunger, she still hadn’t found another target. “I’m going to get some food,” she announced.

She removed her medical shoe covers, gloves, and other protective gear before leaving the medical team’s area.

As she walked, An Ningqing reflected on how advanced medical equipment allowed for immediate detection of lesions, enabling doctors to make rapid diagnoses and provide timely treatment, thus significantly reducing mortality.

How wonderful, she thought.

This world is so kind to ordinary people.

For An Ningqing, the medical equipment proved somewhat useless, actually slowing down her diagnostic process.

Her initial interest in the machines waned by half. That afternoon, after having two more patients with illnesses lie down in the devices, the feedback from the equipment aligned almost exactly with her own conclusions.

One case was manageable, but two or three? That wasn’t a matter of whether to speak up—it was a question of capability.

Dr. Jiang’s interest was piqued.

“See? Who else do you need to examine? I’ll arrange it all for you.”

“……”

An Ningqing leisurely strolled to the first floor to observe the bl00d testing lab. Several foreign doctors were inside, conversing without bothering to lower their voices around her, though their glances at her were subtly curious. Unable to understand their language, she focused on watching how they detected abnormalities in the bl00d samples.

Dr. Jiang, who had been searching for her, rushed over when he heard she was in the bl00d testing lab. “Miss An, are you trying to verify something again? Who do you need? I’ll summon them right away.”

An Ningqing waved her hand repeatedly. “No need, I’ll handle it myself.”

Dr. Jiang: “!??”

She pricked her fingertip with a silver needle, squeezing out a single drop of bl00d. “I’ve been poisoned recently. Let’s test whether the bl00d test can truly detect signs of poisoning.”

Dr. Jiang desperately wanted to tell her that bl00d tests could reveal abnormal indicators after poisoning, but a single bl00d test alone was rarely conclusive; further examinations were necessary.

It had been twenty-four hours since An Ningqing received the serum injection, and she had also taken painkillers. The bl00d test results came back quickly. She handed them to Dr. Jiang, then peppered him with questions about the unfamiliar medical terms: red bl00d cells, white bl00d cells, and so on.

Here it comes again, that maddening feeling that made him want to tear his hair out.

Seeing her earnest and focused demeanor, Dr. Jiang realized she wasn’t deliberately trying to stump him. She genuinely seemed clueless, like a complete novice. He pointed to a series of abnormal indicators on her results. “Miss An, how are you still anemic?!”

Dr. Jiang was utterly stunned.

In his mind, An Ningqing was at least a minor celebrity, and her physical condition shouldn’t be this poor. Moreover, she was now engaged to the Third Miss of the Xie Family! This… this was utterly baffling.

An Ningqing, however, remained remarkably calm.

Anemic or not, what does it matter?

She knew all too well that her original body’s foundation was weak. She had often gone hungry as a child, and even after becoming a celebrity and earning money, she had never taken proper care of herself, instead further damaging her health. “Just as I suspected, nothing shows up.”

No wonder such a wealthy family could be so ignorant and oblivious.

An Ningqing pointed to the machine. “I want to verify some things. Can I take it back to my room?”

Dr. Jiang was puzzled but followed the extraordinary authorization Mr. Li had just granted. “Yes, I’ll have the assistant—I mean, the bodyguard—move it for you. Do you know how to use it?”

An Ningqing hesitated. “I think so.”

Dr. Jiang paused. “…Maybe I should assign you an assistant. If you have any questions, ask him first. If he can’t answer, then come to me.”

“Xiao Chen?”

“He’s not suitable. I’ve already told him to stop working and focus on his treatment.”

Otherwise, one careless mistake could cost him his life.

It might actually come true—An Ningqing’s prediction that he wouldn’t live past thirty.

Dr. Jiang gave An Ningqing a complicated look. Could her words really be prophetic?

He quickly assigned her an assistant: a lively, sweet-talking young man not yet eighteen, with bright, expressive eyes. The moment he saw An Ningqing, he greeted her warmly: “Sister An, I’m Xiao Mi. I’ll be sleeping next door tonight. Just knock if you need anything, and I’ll be right there.”

Then he greeted Xie Anran, who was standing nearby with a dark expression. “Good evening, Third Miss. Goodbye, Third Miss.”

Xie Anran remained silent, her face seemingly growing even darker.

As soon as he left, Xie Anran slammed the door shut. Her pent-up frustration from the day hadn’t even been released before An Ningqing’s medical equipment had already broken through her defenses. “What are you doing bringing all this stuff into my room? You’re not planning to switch careers and become a nurse, are you? Get it out of here! I don’t want to see it.”

“Third Miss, why are you standing so far away?”

Xie Anran forced a strained smile.

An Ningqing suddenly remembered Xie Anran’s fainting spell at the sight of bl00d and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Third Miss, I’m just borrowing these to study them. I’ll return them as soon as I’m done.”

“Just for one night, okay?” Her voice was soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against her.

Xie Anran found herself unable to refuse. After all, she had no intention of getting close. Ever since the family learned about her hemophobia, everyone had avoided hospitals for her sake, relying instead on the family doctor for medical matters. Yet this woman kept surprising her with these unexpected “gifts.” “Fine, leave it there. But don’t move it any closer, or I’ll throw all this junk out the window!”

An Ningqing had initially planned to ask Xie Anran to cooperate by offering a drop of bl00d. Now, however, it was clear that while others might quench their thirst by imagining plums, the Third Miss Xie was terrified by the sight of the instrument, keeping as far away as possible. Her hemophobia was clearly severe, and An Ningqing needed to devise a new approach.

“Third Miss, could you do me a favor?”

“What kind of favor?!” Xie Anran asked warily.

An Ningqing sighed in frustration. “I need to drip a drop of bl00d onto this, but I only have two hands. Could you help me steady the circular plate on top?”

Absolutely not.

Xie Anran was about to refuse when she met An Ningqing’s pleading gaze, leaving her completely helpless. “Why do you need to drip bl00d on that thing anyway?” she snapped.

“I want to check if the residual toxins in my body have been completely eliminated.”

“Ah, right.”

Remembering the wound on An Ningqing’s shoulder, Xie Anran shuffled hesitantly toward the table, refusing to glance at the instrument as if it were a virus that would make her faint if she looked at it for too long.

A sudden idea struck An Ningqing. “Third Miss, close your eyes and extend your hand. I’ll guide you.”

Xie Anran proactively extended her hand, only for…

“Ouch!”

“What was that?”

Xie Anran felt a sharp pain in her finger. As she opened her eyes, she realized her index finger was enveloped in something warm and wet, like it was being sucked into someone’s mouth.

She jerked her eyes open. An Ningqing had just released her finger, the dampness at the corner of her lips proving this wasn’t a dream. Seeing her finger still wet with An Ningqing’s saliva, Xie Anran froze in shock. “An Ningqing, what’s wrong with you? How could you put my finger in your mouth?”

Only a three-year-old would do something like that!

She—she—she… Xie Anran lowered her head and saw An Ningqing casually lick the corner of her lips. Her face flushed crimson. This woman has no sense of propriety whatsoever! “Why did you bite my finger just now?”

A faint metallic taste lingered on An Ningqing’s tongue. Without changing her expression, she discreetly wiped the drop of bl00d onto the instrument while Xie Anran was turned away, effectively erasing the evidence.

Better to avoid another fainting spell at the sight of bl00d.

An Ningqing pursed her lips. “I bit it because I wanted to. Third Miss, don’t mind it.”

“What do you mean, ‘I’ll bite if I want to’?!” Xie Anran exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. “Are my fingers made of cotton candy or something?”

Furious, Xie Anran stormed into the bathroom, washed her hands, and bit her own finger. “Ugh,” she spat.

An Ningqing ignored Xie Anran and focused on following the same procedure she had used earlier that day. She examined the drop of crimson bl00d, and the data appeared shortly after.

Xie Anran, however, remained fixated on An Ningqing. “Has the residual poison been cleared from your system?” she couldn’t help but wonder. Typically, after receiving the antiserum, the snake venom should be completely neutralized. Could the Green Bamboo Viper’s venom be exceptionally potent?

An Ningqing folded the test results with an impassive expression and tucked them into her suitcase. “The residual poison has been completely cleared, Third Miss. There’s no need for concern.”

“Who’s worried about you?” Xie Anran retorted stubbornly. “I just wanted to see if Li Xianzong’s family doctor is competent. Sigh, where are you going?”

An Ningqing quickly knocked on the door of the adjacent room. Xiao Mi opened it, his eyes lighting up. “Sister An, is there anything I can do for you? I’d go through fire and water for you!”

She pointed to the equipment in An Ningqing’s room. “Could you ask some bodyguards to help move this back? I’m done with it for now and won’t need it for a while. Thanks for your help.”

Xiao Mi froze, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face, but he quickly regained his composure. “Of course, Sister An! I’ll get someone to move the equipment right away. Just give me a moment.”

Once the equipment was removed, Xie Anran let out a sigh of relief. “I thought you’d be staying in the room for a while longer.”

An Ningqing replied, “There’s no need.”

As she reached for her clothes to head to the bathroom, Xie Anran practically leaped off the sofa to block her path. “Your wound can’t get wet! No showers for the next few days. And did you forget to apply your medicine today?”

An Ningqing paused, realizing she had simply been too busy to remember.

Exasperated, Xie Anran pulled her back onto the sofa. “I came to see you today,” she said, her voice tinged with hurt.

“But they wouldn’t let me in.”

“……”

An Ningqing now understood: the Third Miss Xie had indeed been wronged.

Seeing An Ningqing feign ignorance, Xie Anran huffed loudly and produced a tube of ointment from who-knows-where. She squeezed out a dab and applied it to the injury, the surrounding area now a ghastly purple against her fair skin. “Don’t just pop freshly picked herbs into your mouth to chew like that! You haven’t even washed them—who knows if they’re clean? And what if it’s poisonous? Chewing it like that could cost you your life!”

At that point, forget about antidotes—it would be poison upon poison, straight to the grave.

An Ningqing remained silent. This was something she used to do often. Even her battle-hardened Master had occasionally fallen victim to such mishaps. A fond smile curved her lips at the thought of him.

Seeing her lack of rebuttal, Xie Anran continued, “What if there was a venomous snake or some creature had left something on it—”

She couldn’t finish the sentence.

The mere thought of An Ningqing casually stuffing that herb into her mouth and chewing it to a pulp made Xie Anran feel something churning in her throat. I can’t take it anymore! She hastily shoved the ointment into An Ningqing’s hand and bolted to the bathroom.

Gag—