I Conquer the Entertainment Industry with My Medical Skills - Chapter 32

Xie Anran limped her way over. This time, no one blocked the door, perhaps because the scene was too chaotic, or because some figured that with the Boss dead, the medical station dedicated to his care was now effectively useless.

Whether it could be maintained in the future was another matter entirely.

In any case, Li Xianzong’s sudden death had triggered a series of messy consequences.

Dr. Jiang was still in a daze, his surgical gown still on and the scalpel still in his hand, when a group of bodyguards rushed him out. “Miss Anne, Miss An is going—Third Miss, you can’t go in there!” He suddenly noticed Xie Anran peering around the corner of the operating room, about to push the door open.

Xie Anran had come to witness the drama. She’d heard about Li Xianzong’s accident, but when she arrived, she found most people weeping and wailing, looking more devastated than if they’d lost their own parents. After eavesdropping on their conversations, she learned that Li Xianzong had actually died.

No wonder—with the Boss gone, their jobs were gone too. Who wouldn’t cry?

And yet, even in this chaos, Dr. Jiang still had the audacity to try and stop her.

“He’s gone?”

“Didn’t they say he had five or six months left? This is so sudden.”

“Third Miss, he’s still alive,” Anne interrupted, her voice sharp and defiant.

Realizing it was inappropriate to speak of someone’s husband as dead, Xie Anran immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, giving an “OK” sign. She pulled the dazed Dr. Jiang aside. “Where’s An Ningqing? I don’t see her.”

Dr. Jiang was equally eager to know what An Ningqing was doing. “Miss An is in the operating room.”

The operating room lights were off. To be precise, the surgery had only reached its halfway point before failing. The patient’s vital signs had plummeted like a cliff diver, hitting rock bottom before flatlining completely. Even his heart had stopped beating.

Now, Dr. Jiang’s duty was to give the patient—his boss—a dignified farewell.

Xie Anran rushed toward the operating room, but Anne immediately ordered the bodyguards to block her path. Dr. Jiang tried to reason with her, and the scene nearly devolved into chaos.

Just then, the operating room doors swung open.

An Ningqing emerged slowly, nodding to Anne. “Dr. Jiang, please go in and suture Mr. Li’s wounds. Be careful not to cause further bleeding; he wouldn’t survive another resuscitation attempt.”

Dr. Jiang: “!!!”

Dr. Jiang, incredulous, grabbed a scalpel and rushed into the operating room. A whirlwind of questions raced through his mind, but before he could voice any of them, he saw the patient’s heart on the monitor, faintly rising and falling. A miracle, it was nothing short of a miracle! “Quick, everyone, come help!”

The heartbeat had returned.

Good heavens, had he just witnessed a resurrection?

This is unbelievable!

Dr. Jiang swiftly checked the vital signs, his hands moving in a blur as he sutured the wound. The other medical staff in the room were equally astonished. Compared to the cold, flatline beep they had heard moments ago, the undulating heart rate monitor now seemed like the most beautiful sight imaginable.

“Wow, this is incredible!”

“Is Miss An really that skilled?”

“What exactly did she do to the Boss just now?”

An Ningqing, who had been battling King Yama for half an hour to save Li Xianzong, was exhausted. Acupuncture required immense concentration. “He’s alive for now,” she said. “Mr. Li’s will to live is remarkably strong.”

Anne, who had been clinging to her composure, finally collapsed to the floor upon hearing the news. “Thank you, Dr. An,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

She couldn’t bear to imagine what would have happened if she hadn’t conceived a child yet and Li Xianzong had suddenly passed away. The Li Family would have descended into chaos, and she would have been powerless to do anything.

If the next heir decided to dismiss her, she would have no means to secure her position.

After listening for a while, Xie Anran finally understood what An Ningqing had done in the operating room to bring Li Xianzong back to life. Her eyes widened as she stared at An Ningqing as if she were a priceless treasure. “You actually brought someone back from the dead?! Tell me everything!”

An Ningqing replied calmly, “It wasn’t that miraculous. Mr. Li wasn’t truly dead.”

She helped Anne sit down on a nearby chair. “Miss Anne, please take care of yourself.”

Xie Anran remained unconvinced.

Despite the numerous doctors present who had declared Li Xianzong’s heart had stopped, she buzzed around An Ningqing like a honeybee, still unable to extract the full story. Before she could get any further, Li Xianzong was wheeled out of the operating room.

He appeared to have weathered the crisis.

Li Xianzong regained consciousness twenty-four hours later, his body radiating the frailness of a candle about to flicker out. Even his once-vigorous face had turned ashen. Anne had been vigilantly watching over him at his bedside. When his finger twitched, she immediately summoned Dr. Jiang.

After examining him, Dr. Jiang concluded that he had once again passed the critical period. His expression was complex, especially at the sight of his boss, whose heart had stopped, now alive again—it felt like a dream. Over the past twenty-four hours, he had tried to corner Miss Anne several times, but Xie Anran had always intervened with her relentless persistence, dragging him away before he could ask. The answer remained tantalizingly out of reach, like a cat scratching post, tormenting him with an itch that seemed to burrow into his heart, liver, kidneys, and lungs.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he recounted the perilous situation to Li Xianzong in detail, including his uncontrollable bleeding, the cessation of his vital signs, and how An Ningqing’s miraculous skills had restored his heartbeat. He concluded solicitously, “Should I call Dr. An over?”

Li Xianzong nodded slightly.

When An Ningqing arrived, she stood quietly at the foot of his bed. Anne proactively left the room, leaving them alone. Neither spoke. Li Xianzong gestured to the chair beside him, but An Ningqing remained still. “No need for formalities,” she said. “My fees aren’t cheap. Mr. Li, please state your business directly.”

Her implication was clear: she hadn’t charged him a single consultation fee since arriving.

Considering the immense effort she had just exerted, refusing payment would be absurd.

Li Xianzong’s lips twitched slightly, attempting a smile that his weakened state couldn’t quite manage. “I wish to hire Miss An as my personal physician, granting her full authority over all my future medical care. Miss An, please name your price.”

An Ningqing hesitated for a rare moment.

Li Xianzong waited patiently, but as the silence stretched, anxiety crept in. He forced himself to speak, “Miss An saved my life. Compensation will be provided. Is there some other concern?”

Could she be worried about that disreputable job of hers?

A flicker of absurdity crossed his mind. He couldn’t fathom it, yet he waited quietly for An Ningqing to state her terms.

An Ningqing was indeed considering her career as an artist. If she were to become Li Xianzong’s personal physician, she would have to spend a year here. Her original plan had been to stay for only a month or two, primarily to assist Anne with her pregnancy. Li Xianzong’s near-death experience had clearly fallen outside her plans. “Mr. Li, let me be blunt: I can’t snatch people from King Yama’s grasp.”

Li Xianzong chuckled. “You’ve already done it once. You saved my life.”

Otherwise, the Li Family would have descended into chaos. Seventy percent of his previous arrangements would have been rendered null and void. He had just checked—the outside world remained completely unaware of his brush with death. The stock market index continued its steady rise.

An Ningqing fell silent.

She no longer felt like explaining anything.

“Miss An, name your price. Anything you want.”

“Anything? Even if I asked for ten percent of the Li Family’s shares?”

An Ningqing’s probing caused Li Xianzong’s expression to darken. Before he could speak, she added, “Mr. Li, no need to panic. I was just joking. Besides, I have no intention of becoming your personal physician.”

She had never served anyone with such meticulous care, nor did she wish to start now.

Li Xianzong was taken aback by her refusal. “No one has ever rejected me before, Miss An. You’re the first.”

An Ningqing shrugged. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, Mr. Li. Don’t forget to pay me for my previous consultation. I won’t overcharge you—just a manor, a manor large enough for me to cultivate medicinal herbs.”

Li Xianzong couldn’t fathom An Ningqing’s motives. He prided himself on understanding women, and in the past, when he’d let it be known he was seeking a personal physician, countless candidates had flocked to him. “If I offered you ten percent of the Li Family’s shares, would you still refuse?”

“I would still refuse.”

“Why? Do you think my life isn’t worth that much?”

Given the Li Family’s wealth, ten percent of their shares would be enough for her to retire comfortably. But she needed to be alive to enjoy it. An Ningqing, ever cautious, said with a hint of resignation, “To be frank, Mr. Li, whether I stay or go won’t change how much time you have left.”

Li Xianzong didn’t believe her. So many others had failed to pull him back from the brink of death, yet An Ningqing had succeeded. In his eyes, this woman possessed genuine skill.

It was clear their conversation had ended poorly, a unilateral departure by Li Xianzong that left An Ningqing completely unfazed. She continued her routine as usual, the only change being Xie Anran’s daily badgering about the day she saved Li Xianzong.

“Third Miss, why do you endure this suffering every day?”

“What, feeling sorry for me now?”

An Ningqing stared at the mottled purple and blue skin beneath her palm, pressing down firmly.

“Ow! An Ningqing, be gentle!”

“I thought the Third Miss had lost her sense of pain.”

Xie Anran buried her face in the bedding, seething inwardly. Just wait. One day I’ll pin her to the bed, kiss her fiercely, and won’t get pricked by her needles. Until then, enduring a little pain is nothing.

An Ningqing remained oblivious to Xie Anran’s schemes, dismissing it as the Third Miss simply seeking amusement out of boredom. What impressed her was Xie Anran’s remarkable tenacity—her unwavering commitment to a single goal for so long. An Ningqing couldn’t help but admire her persistence.

If she had known Xie Anran’s true intentions, she might have abandoned all concern for her fate.

“Ow! Be gentle! It hurts!”

“Third Miss, grit your teeth and bear it. Stop yelling.”

Anne’s nightly cries made her feel as if she had committed some unspeakable crime. Yesterday, Dr. Jiang had even subtly reminded her to “moderate her bedroom activities.”

A month and a half passed in the blink of an eye.

Anne was pregnant.

Thanks to An Ningqing’s meticulous care, the IVF procedure had been a resounding success.

Anne excitedly grabbed An Ningqing’s hand, babbling incoherently, “I’m finally going to be a mother! I’m going to be a mother! Dr. An, I’m so lucky to have met you! I’m so happy!”

An Ningqing was moved by Anne’s radiant joy and marveled at modern medical technology. With just one viable sperm, it seemed a woman could become a mother even without a man. And with sperm banks now available, women had another option.

Things had truly changed.

She felt genuine happiness for Anne. “Yes, congratulations! Your dream has finally come true.”

Even after Li Xianzong passed away, she would still have a child with a deep connection to him by her side. She wouldn’t be alone.