I Conquer the Entertainment Industry with My Medical Skills - Chapter 38

The production crew had already laid out a range of supplies before them: lighters, tents, water, food, and insect repellent spray. An Ningqing glanced over the items; they were mostly standard survival gear.

Having done her homework from the previous season, she knew that acquiring these supplies required participating in the crew’s challenges. The winning team would get first pick of five items, while the last-place team would have to settle for whatever was left.

Soon, everyone had gathered.

A staff member shouted through a megaphone, “Welcome to the command headquarters of Wilderness Survival! Considering your long journey here, we won’t make things too difficult for you.”

An Ningqing and Xi Jingya stood quietly listening, while the others began to heckle.

“If you’re not going to make it hard, just let us pick our supplies now!”

“Exactly!”

“We don’t want to make things difficult for the crew either. How about we each get a share of everything on this table?”

“I second that, Brother Hui!”

The two men from Chen Cheng and Jiang Tian’s airship were Zhao Hui, a regular guest known for his humor and role as the group’s mood manager, and Ni Hao, an actor. Ni Hao was openly homophobic, having previously posted hateful comments about homosexuals online, so he stood as far away from An Ningqing as possible.

After a round of banter and jokes, the production team announced their next task: a simple challenge where the guests would pair up freely and earn money on the island. The pair that earned the most would get first pick of resources.

The guests were stunned.

In the first season, the production team had merely organized a game, with the winner getting priority. Why had they suddenly increased the difficulty for this season?

“Wait, Director, what’s going on? Why aren’t you playing by the rules?”

“Are there even people on Xunqin Island willing to help with poverty alleviation?”

“Hahaha!”

“Are we supposed to find our own ways to earn money? Can we get props? Like, a guitar for me?”

The “Singing and Dancing Prince” had already decided to busk.

But the production team ruthlessly rejected his proposal.

Lu Lu let out a wail, clutching his head as he collapsed into a crouch, muttering in despair, “Help! Besides singing and dancing, I don’t think I have any other talents. What am I going to do?”

“Everyone, you’ll have to provide your own dinner tonight. If you don’t earn enough, you might have to go hungry.”

“……”

“Are you serious?”

“I haven’t eaten anything all day! You wouldn’t be that cruel, would you?”

An Ningqing finally understood: this competition was about earning money. Whoever earned the most got to choose their supplies first, and they also had to provide their own dinner. In short, they were expected to be self-sufficient.

“We’re a team?”

“Okay.”

Xi Jingya and An Ningqing packed up and headed out. Ji Yang patted Lu Lu, who was practically growing mushrooms from sitting still for so long. “We’re a team. Let’s go.”

The free teams ultimately formed based on their room assignments.

“An An, I can draw, but I don’t have any supplies.”

“Then let’s earn our first pot of gold and buy paper and pencils.”

A skilled artisan can’t work without materials.

Since no one expected the show to be this ruthless, who would pack paper and pencils? All four teams left empty-handed, ready to showcase their unique talents.

xswl, Ji Yang and Lu Lu are planning to perform acrobatics.

Zhao Hui and Ni Hao are even planning to do magic tricks!

Ahhh, I’m so excited to see what my goddess and An Ningqing are going to do! Drawing? But they don’t have paper or pencils. How will they manage?

Jiang Tian is going to sing.

Alright, let’s see which team wins! Everyone can start placing their bets now!

Xunqin Island was originally a fishing island, neither large nor small, where many residents made their living by fishing. Later, a wealthy merchant, captivated by the island’s scenic beauty, invested in developing tourist attractions, drawing visitors seeking a relaxing getaway.

Gradually, guesthouses, hotels, restaurants, and snack stalls began to appear.

However, tourist numbers remained low.

As An Ningqing and Xi Jingya arrived at the more crowded areas, the sun was already beginning its westward descent, leaving them little time to earn money. By nightfall, the beach would empty out even further.

Xi Jingya, observing the scattered tourists and vendors, began to worry. “Are we really going to go hungry tonight?”

An Ningqing shook her head. “No.”

Seeing her unwavering confidence, Xi Jingya asked, “Do you have a plan?”

An Ningqing paused thoughtfully. “If we really can’t earn any money, I can still catch fish. We can grill them, fry them, or make fish soup. We won’t go hungry.”

Xi Jingya stared in shock. “…You can catch fish?”

HAHAHAHA! I never knew An An was so adorable! She’s actually planning to go fishing!

Sister Ya thought she had some brilliant plan, but it’s just fishing?!

Actually, it’s not a bad idea.

Waaah, my poor daughter! This is too pitiful!

You guys have to see Lu Lu and Ji Yang, those two clowns are hilarious! I’m dying of laughter!

An Ningqing knew how to catch fish, but she didn’t go into the sea herself. Instead, she made a fish trap, placed it in the river, and waited for the fish to swim in on their own. She’d done this before, but she wasn’t sure if it would still work. “Wait here a moment,” she said.

Xi Jingya watched as An Ningqing suddenly hurried toward three tourists nearby—a man, a woman, and a child who looked like a family. An Ningqing pulled the girl aside, turned off her collar mic, and said, “I apologize for interrupting, but I noticed you looked unwell. I’ve studied some medicine—would you like me to take a look?”

The girl’s lips were pale, but her eyes lit up as she gazed at An Ningqing. She never expected to meet her idol in such a place. “I… I do feel a bit off, but it’s probably just my period coming. Nothing serious. An An, are you filming here?”

An Ningqing cut to the chase. “Have you been experiencing a heavy feeling in your abdomen, abnormal urination, lower back pain after standing for long periods…?”

The girl gasped. “How did you know?”

An Ningqing’s expression turned serious. “You have a uterine prolapse. It requires treatment, and delaying it could be dangerous.”

The girl’s eyes widened. If the person standing before her hadn’t been her idol, she would have thought she was dealing with a con artist. “When did you learn to diagnose illnesses? You’re amazing!”

She carefully avoided revealing any unnecessary details about her condition.

An Ningqing had somehow described all her recent symptoms perfectly, even though she hadn’t even told her husband. It was uncanny.

Perhaps blinded by her fan’s adoration, the girl now saw An Ningqing as utterly remarkable.

An Ningqing cleared her throat. “Well, my consultations aren’t free. This issue will cost you eight hundred.”

As she said this, she awkwardly wiggled her toes. She was used to people chasing after her to pay, and it had been ages since she’d had to solicit business herself. Sigh, desperate times…

The girl immediately pulled out eight hundred-yuan bills and handed them over.

“Give me a piece of paper, and I’ll write you a prescription. Get the herbs when you get home. I’ll also write down any dietary restrictions for the duration of your treatment. Actually, let me give you my contact information. Call me if you have any questions.”

As if possessed, the girl handed her a notebook and pen. “Could I get your autograph?”

An Ningqing stared in confusion.

The girl chuckled sheepishly. “An An, I’m your fan.”

Holy crap, what just happened? I didn’t hear anything, and suddenly she’s got eight hundred yuan.

Did anyone understand An Ningqing’s move? Is she selling autographs for eight hundred yuan each? No way, right?

She wrote a lot, it doesn’t look like a signature.

I’m going to riot! What could she possibly be hiding from us old fans? Treating us like outsiders!

An Ningqing returned with the money and turned the microphone back on. “This should be enough for our meal.”

Xi Jingya was stunned. “What did you do just now? How did you earn so much?”

Adhering to her principle of protecting patient confidentiality, An Ningqing simply replied, “I’ve studied some medical arts. I happened to notice a minor issue with that girl and offered some guidance. This was her payment.”

The viewers were shocked.

An Ningqing can diagnose illnesses?! Is this for real?

Isn’t this just a scam? One person claims something, and another believes it?

It’s a live broadcast! Who would be foolish enough to pull a scam here? Besides, the girl looked genuinely delighted.

Let me chime in. I’m a fourth-year medical student. I showed a screenshot of the paper to my professor, and he confirmed it’s a valid prescription. He even praised the person who wrote it, saying they were highly skilled…

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Holy crap, An Ningqing is that amazing?

I don’t know about her medical skills, but her calligraphy just now was absolutely breathtaking.

Online commenters were buzzing, alternately discussing her calligraphy and her prescription. The livestream was a frenzy, and two trending topics rapidly climbed the charts, soon breaking into the top three.

None of this seemed to faze the two women present. Xi Jingya had already checked and found there was nowhere to buy paper, while An Ningqing was scanning the crowd, but after a long search, she didn’t spot any patients who needed her help.

“It’s getting late. Let’s head back,” An Ningqing said.

“I’ve really benefited from your presence today, An An,” Xi Jingya said, glancing at her repeatedly, genuinely curious. “How did you know about that girl’s minor health issue? You just walked up to her and told her directly.”

“I observed her for several minutes.”

“Hmm? Just like that?”

“She couldn’t stand for long without wanting to squat, but even squatting was difficult for her. Her face was pale, and I noticed her repeatedly glancing toward the restroom. I guessed she really needed to go, but she…”

An Ningqing couldn’t reveal that her years of experience allowed her to diagnose the girl’s condition at a glance. Instead, she mixed truth with fiction, a blend that was most effective at deceiving people.

Xi Jingya suddenly remembered the jar of medicinal balm on the table. She nervously licked her lips. “You—”

An Ningqing calmly met her gaze. “Sister Ya, what do you want to say?”

Xi Jingya felt as if those eyes were seeing right through her. She forced a smile and shook her head. “I didn’t realize you were so skilled.”

I don’t understand. Can someone explain?

Even the class representative doesn’t get it. We need a medical expert to explain.

In simple terms, she diagnosed the patient’s ailment with a single glance, drawing conclusions from the patient’s physical reactions. I’m quoting my teacher here, who said even he couldn’t do that.

Didn’t ancient medicine emphasize “observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation”? An Ningqing’s method seems to be pure “observation”…

I don’t understand, but it sounds impressive.

Xie Anran, who had been watching the livestream without leaving, smirked. Hmph, a bunch of ignorant people. If they could witness An Ningqing’s miraculous acupuncture techniques, they’d be on their knees singing her praises.