I Conquer the Entertainment Industry with My Medical Skills - Chapter 30

Last night, after Xie Anran stormed out, she angrily demanded the Filipino maids rearrange her room, insisting on a first-floor location.

Everyone knew how difficult the Third Miss was to please. She had previously made life miserable for them, demanding to share a room with An Ningqing. Now, she wanted separate rooms again? Her capricious nature made her impossible to satisfy.

Anne, the mistress of the island, naturally learned of this immediately. Her phone screen remained on An Ningqing’s WBo page, displaying a selfie posted just minutes earlier.

Who still claims An An and the Third Miss are just hyping things up? Open your dog eyes and see clearly—they’re sharing the same room, okay?

To be honest, I never expected this level of public display of affection.

This is way too low-key! What could they be hiding from us CP fans?

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The comments below were filled with universal celebration and cheers from netizens. One moment Anne had been basking in the sweetness of the moment, and the next she found it utterly absurd.

Anne was getting all the freshest gossip firsthand, but she couldn’t pour cold water on these CP fans. So she went to see Xie Anran in person. Xie Anran’s expression was so dark it seemed like ink would drip from her face.

It was obvious what had happened.

Sigh, the young couple must have had a fight.

Anne, having been through this before, racked her brains for a solution. Couples’ quarrels were best left to the partners themselves; outsiders couldn’t help. So she instructed her Filipino maid to fulfill Xie Anran’s request and have her move into the first-floor room that night.

But the Third Miss seemed even more displeased, slamming the door with a thunderous crash.

Is this advice from someone who’s been there?

An Ningqing found herself both amused and exasperated, but she didn’t explain further to Anne.

Since the Third Miss has moved to the first floor…

That’s probably for the best. Living together had its inconveniences. Giving each other some space might help them sort things out.

The Third Miss is such a clever girl.

An Ningqing spoke softly, “Thank you for your concern, Miss Anne. I understand.”

Seeing that An Ningqing seemed to have taken her advice to heart, Anne left happily.

An Ningqing turned and went back to find Dr. Jiang, asking about the source of Li Xianzong’s medication. Dr. Jiang looked puzzled. “Miss An, why are you suddenly asking about this?”

“I want to take a look.”

“…!?”

Just a look?

Dr. Jiang felt uneasy. He remembered how An Ningqing had previously said she wanted to “take a look” at the medical equipment, and the entire medical team had immediately become a sieve, with patients slipping through the cracks everywhere—from doctors to janitors, no one was spared… If she took a look at the warehouse, would it turn into another medical team?

Dr. Jiang quickly shook his head.

“I’ll take you there myself.”

“Thank you.”

An Ningqing was primarily interested in penicillin. She wanted to understand the true marvel of this drug that had saved countless lives. Unlike the stubborn old conservatives, she preferred shortcuts and efficiency.

Now that someone had developed such an effective medicine, saving lives was all that mattered.

Whatever works best should be used.

Her primary concern was controlling the dosage.

Dr. Jiang quickly led her to a hidden warehouse in the back. Entry required swiping a card, and a scanner checked for unauthorized items—the security measures were even stricter than those at the medical team’s facilities.

Dr. Jiang showed her a small production line with about a dozen workers, each focused on their tasks, too busy to even look up. There was also a hundred-square-meter warehouse filled with cardboard boxes. “Most of the boss’s medicines are imported and must be purchased from abroad. However, every shipment undergoes rigorous inspection before being stored here. These boxes contain common cold remedies, painkillers, and other essentials in case of minor illnesses.”

In other words, most of their drugs were sourced from elsewhere.

No wonder Xie Anran had that smug, proud expression when talking about the pharmaceutical factory, with a hint of disdain for the Li Family.

Understanding dawned on An Ningqing. She suddenly asked, “You must have penicillin here, right?”

Dr. Jiang nodded. “What do you need it for, Miss An?”

An Ningqing’s eyes lit up. “Can I try it out myself?”

“Dr. Jiang, ????”

An Ningqing wanted to test only a few specific drugs, all highly recommended online. Noticing Dr. Jiang’s hesitation, she suggested, “Why don’t you consult your boss?”

Dr. Jiang shook his head, recalling his boss’s attitude. “No need.”

“Then let’s go now?”

“Alright.”

Dr. Jiang greeted the Director of Pharmaceutical Research, who then noticed An Ningqing. Two researchers quickly set aside their work and offered her their stations.

Their gazes clearly conveyed curiosity, tinged with suspicion.

Dr. Jiang prepared to guide her, instructing Xiao Mi to assist. “By the way, what kind of experiment are you planning?”

“Animal experiments will do.”

An Ningqing would have preferred human trials, as animal models often differ from human physiology. In the past, when she discovered promising drugs, she would offer them free of charge to impoverished patients willing to try them, then observe the results.

But now…

On this island, there were no impoverished patients too poor to afford medical care, resigned to waiting for death.

Forced to settle for second best, An Ningqing said, “Dr. Jiang, please have Mr. Li’s bodyguards check the surrounding area for injured animals and bring them here.”

Dr. Jiang looked puzzled. “You’re planning to experiment with penicillin on animals? There’s no need for such trials. The clinical results are already…”

An Ningqing cut him off. “I know. Just consider it something to keep me occupied.”

Dr. Jiang fell silent.

With that single sentence, the idle bodyguards suddenly had a task. Within half an hour, they brought her a small tiger, barely clinging to life, curled up like a kitten in a cage.

An Ningqing examined its injuries: a leg caught in a hunting trap and a bloody hole in its abdomen, likely a penetrating wound. The tiger glared at them, panting heavily. The wheezing sounded like damage to its lungs.

A crowd gathered around her as she reached out to touch the wounds. Dr. Jiang immediately grabbed her hand. “Miss An, do you want to lose your hand?!”

He immediately ordered Xiao Mi, who was standing nearby, “Give it a sedative shot. Don’t underestimate this little beast—even small ones can kill.”

An Ningqing nodded.

What followed was a one-sided treatment. The sedative took effect quickly, leaving the tiger limp and docile. Its sharp claws relaxed, splayed open.

An Ningqing focused intently, first confirming the two injuries. The penetrating wound proved more severe than the leg injury.

Dr. Jiang watched intently as An Ningqing pulled out several silver needles and swiftly inserted them into the tiger cub’s body. “This… this will work?”

An Ningqing replied, “Desperate measures for a desperate situation.”

Her movements were swift and precise. By the time Dr. Jiang finished speaking, the bleeding from the puncture wound had gradually stopped.

Dr. Jiang was stunned.

Earlier, An Ningqing had skillfully set the cub’s dislocated bones, applied medicine, and bandaged the wound.

The medications were readily available, though An Ningqing was more accustomed to using herbal remedies. She nearly reached for them before switching to Western medicine at the last moment.

An Ningqing worked tirelessly all day. When she returned to the manor, Xie Anran, whom she hadn’t seen for a day and a night, was sitting across from her at the dining table.

Neither woman spoke. The meal felt like a farewell dinner, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive. Even Anne’s attempts to signal An Ningqing proved futile.

“Dr. An, I heard you rescued a tiger cub this afternoon,” Anne said.

“Mm-hmm,” An Ningqing replied.

“How is it now?”

“Its condition has stabilized for the moment, but it’s still under observation,” An Ningqing said, her gaze lingering on Xie Anran’s arm, which was resting beside her on the table. “Third Miss, how did you injure your arm?”

Xie Anran scoffed. “Dr. An is such a busy woman—preparing women for pregnancy, treating wild animals… Who has time to care about a living, breathing person like me?”

Anne: “……”

Jealous, jealous, jealous!

The sourness in her tone was palpable. Anne quickly urged the maid, “Bring me my medicine.”

An Ningqing reminded her, “Take it half an hour after your meal.”

Anne immediately changed her request. “Just bring it to my room later. Dr. An, Third Miss, please enjoy your meal. I’ll be going now.”

As soon as Anne left, the suffocating tension returned. Yet An Ningqing continued eating calmly, as if her earlier question had been a casual remark, asked and forgotten, with no further implications.

Xie Anran stared at her for a long moment, then laughed in exasperation.

This heartless woman!

No wonder she could say such harsh things. She clearly has no heart at all.

Xie Anran threw down her chopsticks, turned, and stormed back to her room, slamming the door with a thunderous crash.

An Ningqing watched quietly for a while, almost certain that the Third Miss had suffered an external injury, likely a muscle contusion. It wasn’t just her arm; her leg might be injured too.

But how could anyone have hurt her on Li Xianzong’s territory?

Overthinking won’t help.

After finishing her meal, An Ningqing went to the storage room again, familiar with its layout. She retrieved two plasters.

“No safflower oil either.”

“Not even a bottle of herbal liniment.”

An Ningqing gained a deeper understanding of Li Xianzong’s emergency supplies. She walked naturally toward Xie Anran’s room and paused, ready to knock.

Three minutes later, three polite knocks echoed on Xie Anran’s door—knock, knock, knock—a familiar rhythm.

Since only she and An Ningqing were in the building, Xie Anran knew instantly who it was.

Hmph, wasn’t she ignoring me just now?!

I’ll make her wait. Otherwise, this woman will definitely walk all over me later.

Xie Anran waited, then heard another three knocks. She tapped her fingers lightly on her thigh, wondering if An Ningqing thought she wasn’t in the room.

Realizing this possibility, Xie Anran immediately stood up. The sudden movement accidentally tugged at her injury, causing her to grimace as she opened the door.

But—

It wasn’t An Ningqing at all. It was the Filipino maid.

Shocked and bewildered, Xie Anran limped out of the room, peering behind the maid and scanning the surroundings. There wasn’t a soul in sight, not even a shadow.

“Why are you knocking?!”

“Dr. An asked me to give you this.”

After shoving two tubes of ointment into Xie Anran’s hand, the maid bolted away as if something were chasing her, running with astonishing speed.

Xie Anran nearly choked on her own breath, her anger rising. She kicked the door, hissing in pain as she clutched her leg and hopped on one foot.

She hopped back inside on one leg to close the door before examining the two unopened tubes of ointment.

“An Ningqing, you’re ruthless!”

Preferring to send a maid with the medicine rather than come herself, Xie Anran angrily tossed the tubes onto the coffee table, too furious to even bother opening them.

Let me die from the pain, then.

That heartless woman wouldn’t care anyway. The more Xie Anran thought about it, the angrier she became. If she really did just give up, wouldn’t that be exactly what An Ningqing wanted?

No way.

She wouldn’t let her get her way so easily.