I Conquer the Entertainment Industry with My Medical Skills - Chapter 45

Xie Anran: “!!!”

Surely I heard that right this time!

Before she could dwell on it, she seized the hand that was about to withdraw. “An Ningqing, how have I never noticed how skilled you are? Tell me honestly, have you been lusting after my body all along?”

An Ningqing scrutinized the Third Miss before her. “Lusting after your body?”

That doesn’t sound entirely wrong.

A woman’s body shouldn’t be casually exposed. Yet An Ningqing had witnessed Xie Anran naked before, her skin as smooth as fine silk, like the finest satin to the touch. In ancient times, this would have signified intimate relations.

An Ningqing’s fingers traced Xie Anran’s elbow, where a heavy impact had clearly occurred, then glided over the two bloody puncture wounds on her thigh, sustained when she crawled out of the car. Fragments of shattered glass still lingered within, requiring considerable time to remove.

Now, fresh scratches crisscrossed her body.

A new wound marked her thigh—

Sensing the mischievous hand creeping higher, Xie Anran clamped her legs together, restraining its wandering mischief. Smoke practically billowed from her head. “Stop fooling around! I didn’t close the office door. The assistant will be bringing documents over soon. What if someone sees us like this?”

If anyone found out she was fooling around with An Ningqing on the office sofa, it would be a disaster. The public’s scorn would drown An Ningqing.

Besides, she had no desire to put her private affairs on display for others to gawk at.

An Ningqing lightly tapped her finger on the uneven skin. “Remember to apply the ointment here too. Scars don’t look good on women—they’re unsightly. So be careful and don’t forget. I’ll be checking daily.”

With that, she stood up to leave.

Seeing her about to go, Xie Anran grabbed her wrist. “You’ve only been here a few minutes. Why are you leaving already?”

An Ningqing glanced down at her, Xie Anran was glaring up with a fierce, almost predatory look. The scar on her face only intensified her menacing aura, yet beneath that tough exterior lay a soft heart, plain for anyone to see.

Sigh, she’s just like a wounded cat, snarling at everyone while baring its claws.

What harm could a cat possibly mean?

She’s just too clingy.

An Ningqing casually stroked the dark swirl of hair at the crown of Xie Anran’s head. Only after doing so did she realize her inappropriate gesture. She quickly withdrew her hand and, feigning nonchalance, began to stroll around the office. “I’m not leaving. I haven’t had a proper look at your workspace yet.”

Xie Anran hummed softly, too lazy to dwell on An Ningqing’s earlier gesture of petting her like a dog.

“Third Miss, the Second Young Master has arrived.”

“Then please show Second Brother in.”

Noticing another door inside Xie Anran’s office, An Ningqing discreetly slipped through it. The room beyond was a resting area with a bed, a wardrobe, and simple furnishings—with a few personal touches, it could easily resemble her apartment’s bedroom.

The bedsheets were still rumpled from Xie Anran’s sleep the previous night.

“Ranran, why did you stop me from visiting Eldest Brother at the hospital? Has his condition taken a turn for the worse?”

“Nothing like that.” Xie Anran sighed softly. “Eldest Brother simply doesn’t want to see anyone right now.”

Xie Wenyan choked on his words. “Why doesn’t he want to see anyone? Is it because of his injuries—”

Xie Anran propped her chin in her hand, looking troubled. “Maybe Eldest Brother is just exhausted from years of overwork and wants to use this opportunity to rest. He’s a patient now, so I can’t argue with him. If you really want to see him, wait until things calm down at the company. When I visit him at the hospital, I’ll arrange a video call so you can speak to him directly.”

Xie Wenyan was speechless.

This just doesn’t sound like Xie Xuanze at all.

Xie Xuanze is a workaholic. It’s one thing for him to work overtime himself, but he’d probably drag everyone in the company into working extra hours too. Would someone like that ever voluntarily ask for a break?

Xie Wenyan decided not to dwell on this point. “Ranran, I heard those old fogeys in the company are giving you a hard time again. They’re really bullying you, taking advantage of your inexperience since you just took over. This can’t go on. Why don’t I send my assistant to help you?”

Xie Anran sat casually in her boss’s chair, spinning around. “Thanks for the offer, Second Brother, but I think I can handle it. Don’t worry too much about me.”

“By the way, any news from Mom and Dad?”

Xie Wenyan shook his head. “Not yet. If they saw the news, they’d definitely rush back. I just don’t understand why we haven’t heard from them.”

Xie Anran frowned, her mind elsewhere. “How about this, Second Brother? You seem to have some free time lately. Why don’t you go abroad and look for Mom and Dad? If you find them, tell them to come back immediately. As long as they’re missing, those old foxes will keep scheming.”

“You want me to drop everything and go abroad right now?” Xie Wenyan asked.

Xie Anran picked up a pen from the desk and twirled it between her fingers. “Of course. I can’t leave right now, and Eldest Brother is still recovering. You’re the only one who can do this, Second Brother. I’m terribly worried about Mom and Dad. You must be worried about them too, right?”

As she spoke, Xie Anran fixed her gaze steadily on the man before her.

Xie Wenyan shifted uncomfortably under her intense stare. “Fine, but I don’t even know where they went. There’s no guarantee I’ll find them. They’ve always been elusive, and why would they keep their plans from us?”

Xie Anran immediately called her special assistant. “Accompany my second brother on a trip abroad. Your primary objective is to find out where our parents went and where they were last seen.”

“Understood,” the assistant replied.

Xie Wenyan was dismissed with just a few words from Xie Anran, leaving him somewhat dazed. Why did I even come to the company in the first place?

An Ningqing, who had been listening from the inner room, had initially considered offering a hint or some comfort. But she realized the Third Miss Xie was as sharp as a mirror. Compared to Xie Xuanze, all she lacked was a platform.

The Xie Family was now in just the right state.

Only after the office had quieted down did An Ningqing leisurely emerge. Xie Anran lay sprawled on the desk, her head resting on her arms. Her naturally fair skin made the dark circles under her eyes appear even more pronounced, and her complexion was pale, like that of a female ghost whose life force had been drained. “Third Miss,” An Ningqing said, “though my fees are quite high, given our friendship, I’ll offer you a discount.”

Exhausted, Xie Anran had only intended to rest for a moment, but once she lay down, she didn’t want to move. An Ningqing’s voice echoed in her mind like a dream, both close and distant.

She wanted to ask, “So?”

“Feel free to ask for my help anytime you need it.”

She’s definitely still the one profiting, Xie Anran thought. An Ningqing clearly doesn’t know how to do business.

Xie Anran tugged at the corners of her lips and drifted off to sleep. But the awkward position eventually became uncomfortable. Two hours later, she jolted awake, her first glance going to the sofa. An Ningqing sat there gracefully flipping through a magazine, two takeout boxes on the coffee table. “Your assistant said you hadn’t eaten anything all morning,” An Ningqing said. “That’s not good. Over time, it can disrupt your spleen and stomach. Plus, with your recent all-nighters, you’re straining your liver.”

Under An Ningqing’s nagging, Xie Anran reluctantly sat on the sofa and opened the takeout box. “An Ningqing, if you keep droning on like this, I’m going to kiss you.”

An Ningqing was speechless.

This was the first time she’d encountered a patient who dared to openly threaten their doctor.

It was utterly outrageous.

Seeing the voice beside her had fallen silent, Xie Anran couldn’t help but chuckle. “An Ningqing, could it be that you’re actually—” She sized up the woman before her, who had just moments ago been pinching her chin and demanding “physical compensation,” yet now retreated at the mere mention of a kiss.

How to put it…

Could she be frigid? I’ll have to test that theory next time to be sure.

Xie Anran snapped apart the chopsticks and began wolfing down the food. As the food settled in her stomach, the cramping eased slightly. Between bites, she glanced at the woman beside her. “This is my first time eating takeout. It’s not as bad as I imagined.”

An Ningqing had specifically ordered easily digestible, bland food, expecting Xie Anran to be picky. Instead, the woman devoured it ravenously, like a stray kitten. “Oh, right, Third Miss Xie, I came here today to ask for your help.”

Xie Anran raised an eyebrow.

An Ningqing took out the stack of resources from her bag. “My manager said I could choose whatever I wanted, but my taste isn’t as good as Third Miss Xie’s. Would you mind giving me some guidance when you have time?”

Speaking of Guan Lang, Xie Anran’s face twisted in disgust. “I have time now.”

An Ningqing couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Eating while working isn’t good for digestion. Besides, my matter isn’t urgent—” Before she could finish, Xie Anran swiftly wiped her lips with a tissue, leaned forward, and silenced her with a kiss.

An Ningqing’s eyes widened in shock.

Xie Anran had initially intended a light reprimand to prevent this young woman from aligning herself with those old men too soon. But she hadn’t expected An Ningqing’s lips to be so impossibly soft, like cotton candy—sweet, tender, and utterly addictive, leaving her craving more.

She never wanted to stop.

Xie Anran grabbed An Ningqing’s hand, pinning her against the sofa as she kissed her fiercely. By the end, she was kneeling on the sofa, trapping An Ningqing beneath her. An Ningqing managed to gasp, “Your hand—” Seizing the opportunity, Xie Anran pried open her lips and teeth, greedily sucking on her favorite spot, alternating between gentle nibbles and deep, insistent draws. The woman beneath her went limp, panting heavily.

Seeing An Ningqing’s finger bleeding again, Xie Anran dared not push her away too forcefully.

To Xie Anran, this seemed like a coy game of playing hard to get. Moreover, the earlier provocative remark had only fueled her desire. She was even more reluctant to let go of An Ningqing now.

One wrong step led to another, and An Ningqing completely missed her chance to escape. She sank into the plush sofa as if sinking into a cloud, her consciousness feeling as if Xie Anran were draining it away.

The sound of their saliva mingling filled the air, making her cheeks flush crimson.

Xie Anran, emboldened, let her hand slip beneath An Ningqing’s serpentine waist. An Ningqing trembled violently, a faint flush creeping into the corners of her eyes. Her body was alarmingly sensitive.

Xie Anran’s eyes lit up with excitement.

So much for being frigid.

Just as An Ningqing felt Xie Anran was about to steal all the air from her lungs, the office door suddenly burst open. “Third Miss, there’s an urgent contract here that requires your signature—”

Xie Anran yanked down An Ningqing’s clothes and shot a murderous glare at the intruder.

Help me!

Why must he endure pain beyond human tolerance?

The Third Miss wouldn’t fire him, would she?

The assistant hurriedly covered his eyes. “I’m sorry! Please continue. I didn’t see anything.”

With that, he scrambled out of the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

An Ningqing shielded her eyes with her arm, but suddenly heard a soft chuckle beside her. Xie Anran leaned in and kissed her fingers. “Qingqing, don’t be angry. I’ll definitely lock the door next time.”

An Ningqing: “……”

There’s going to be a next time?!

She felt an urge to hit someone.

But she never laid a hand on patients.

An Ningqing glared fiercely at Xie Anran, unaware that to Xie Anran, that sultry glare was full of playful resentment. Xie Anran kissed her contentedly, her body and mind brimming with pleasure. She pulled An Ningqing to her feet. “Don’t be mad. I won’t let anyone know we were fooling around in the office. If you’re still upset, I’ll let you kiss me back next time.”

An Ningqing: “???”

She nearly laughed in exasperation.

So either way, we’re going to kiss, huh?

An Ningqing kicked out, trying to shove Xie Anran away. “Your finger wound has reopened.”

Xie Anran glanced at it dismissively. “It’s nothing. I’ll apply medicine and bandage it myself later.”

A little necessary pain could help her stay calm and clear-headed.

This time, while Xie Anran ate, she helped An Ningqing review scripts for dramas and variety shows. An Ningqing remained silent, terrified that the woman might suddenly pounce on her for another kiss. She lightly licked the corner of her lips, which felt slightly swollen and stung—probably from being kissed too roughly earlier.

Why does Xie Anran love kissing so much?

Could she really be addicted?

It’s not impossible.

The sensation of exchanging saliva felt intensely intimate, yet… An Ningqing found herself not disliking it at all.

She worried that Xie Anran was corrupting her. The Third Miss Xie’s fiery presence threatened to ignite her own desires. The depth of this influence was truly alarming. Her mind drifted back to their last kiss, which had likely been on Li Xianzong’s island.

Back then, Third Miss Xie had resorted to trickery, scheming relentlessly to achieve her goal.

After all this time, Third Miss Xie hadn’t grown tired of kissing, nor had she managed to quit. In fact, her kisses were even more passionate than before. An Ningqing could feel her burning eagerness, a sensation that made her scalp tingle.

Xie Anran quickly scanned the stack of resources, reading them ten lines at a time. Finally, she declared decisively, “I’ll get you a new, reliable manager.”

An Ningqing, still lost in thought, snapped out of it. “What?!”

Xie Anran looked at her with exasperation. “Finding the right manager is more important than anything else. From now on, you won’t have to worry about these things yourself. Your manager will use her market expertise to select the most suitable scripts for you, provide professional advice, and ensure you can focus on your performance.”

Seeing Xie Anran’s confident and well-reasoned explanation, which perfectly aligned with her own needs, An Ningqing agreed. She didn’t have time for such trivial matters; she needed a capable assistant. “Alright, I’ll leave it to Third Miss Xie.”

Xie Anran acted swiftly. A single phone call brought Xu Fenglai, the manager she had already arranged, to An Ningqing’s side.

Xu Fenglai, a woman in her forties, was married. With her long, straight hair tied low and dressed in a sharp black suit, she exuded efficiency and confidence. “Hello, I’m Xu Fenglai, Miss An. I know of you. I look forward to working together.”

An Ningqing replied, “* Hello, Sister Xu.”

Xie Anran had another meeting to attend. After introducing them, she stepped back. “If you need to leave later, have my assistant drive you home. Text or call me if you need anything—I’ll answer when I see it.”

She took a few steps, then turned back. “Are you really coming for the checkup tomorrow?”

An Ningqing was momentarily confused.

Xie Anran hurried away, tossing over her shoulder, “I’ll apply the medicine tonight. My assistant will pick you up tomorrow. You have to come in person for the checkup. I’ll be waiting.”

Xu Fenglai, “……”

Damn lovebirds, so wrapped up in each other they don’t care about anyone else.

Xu Fenglai immediately commandeered Xie Anran’s office and began quickly reviewing the resources An Ningqing had brought. An Ningqing, meanwhile, scrolled through videos and online news.

Since the viral spread of humorous clips from Wilderness Survival, all eight guests had enjoyed a surge in popularity. Then came the car accident. Now, the top trending topic was #QianLeDomesticAbuse, #ContemporaryFilmQueenCoveredInBruises.

Many people considered domestic violence a distant issue, but just as the reality show was at its peak, someone had leaked details revealing Xi Jingya’s long-term abuse.

Xi Jingya was a household name, a triple-crowned Golden Horse Award-winning actress who had earned her first award at the age of twenty. Her widespread fame was precisely why the exposé about her domestic abuse had rapidly climbed to the top of trending searches, briefly overshadowing even the recent car accident that had gripped the nation’s attention.

“You seem to have a close relationship with her,” Xu Fenglai remarked.

“Hmm? Why do you say that?” An Ningqing asked, her gaze still fixed on the trending topics.

Xu Fenglai had already categorized An Ningqing’s resources. Noticing her focused attention on the trending searches, she explained, “I saw you two filming the show. You were quite attentive to her. I assumed you were close, at least friends in private.”

An Ningqing chuckled softly. “Does a doctor-patient relationship count?”

Xu Fenglai’s understanding of An Ningqing was neither extensive nor superficial. Recent videos of her had sparked public fascination, with some netizens hailing her as a prodigy while others accused her of fabricating a persona. Personas could be fabricated, and videos could be edited to distort reality, far removed from the truth of personal experience. “You seem genuinely passionate about diagnosing and treating people. If that’s the case, why become an entertainer?”

An Ningqing lowered her gaze. “For personal reasons.”

These were matters from the original owner of her body’s past.

Xu Fenglai didn’t press further. “I’ve developed a career plan for you. Since you’ve already demonstrated your medical talent, why not lean into this persona? I doubt anyone else would adopt the same image.”

An Ningqing replied, “I don’t need to deliberately create this persona. I am a doctor by nature.”

Xu Fenglai was taken aback by her confidence. “In that case, you’ll need to answer a few questions. Medical matters require strict precision. How many years have you studied medicine? Is it a family tradition or something else? Your records show you were an orphan with limited formal education. How did you acquire your medical expertise? And do you have a medical license?”

“This is crucial,” Xu Fenglai emphasized.

Seeing An Ningqing’s sudden silence, Xu Fenglai’s brow furrowed sharply. “You don’t have a medical license, do you?”

An Ningqing retorted defiantly, “Is that not allowed?”

Xu Fenglai massaged her forehead. This wasn’t some stroke of good fortune; it was a ticking time bomb. “Without a medical license, you’ve been treating patients on live streams? Do you realize what that’s called? Playing with fire! From now on, until you obtain your medical license, you’re forbidden from practicing medicine.”

An Ningqing remained silent, her expression unreadable.