I Conquer the Entertainment Industry with My Medical Skills - Chapter 50

“You said you found him?!”

A flicker of surprise crossed An Ningqing’s usually composed face. Truthfully, she hadn’t held much hope. She was still adjusting to this world’s advanced technology; simply mastering the smartphone had been a feat in itself.

As for the surveillance cameras…

David skipped the explanation and handed her a stack of photos. The photos showed a young man chatting casually with friends, standing or sitting, radiating sunshine and handsome charm. Judging by his demeanor, he should have been similar to Lu Lu, but An Ningqing detected the same noble air she’d seen in Xie Anran. “He’s rich, powerful, and well-connected, Miss. How do you plan to handle him? Should I have him kidnapped tonight?”

An Ningqing: “……”

In the past, she wouldn’t have needed them to lift a finger; she could have handled it herself.

She waved her hand. “Don’t do anything unnecessary.”

David deflated. “Alright.”

An Ningqing detected a hint of regret in his tone. As their employer, should she assign these bored bodyguards some tasks? She paused at the doorway and beckoned David over. “Come here. I have a serious mission for you.”

David: “!!!”

His eyes instantly lit up with a fierce glint.

An Ningqing had initially harbored some hesitation, but seeing David’s fervent enthusiasm, every trace of doubt vanished.

After dismissing the warmongering bodyguard, she took the stack of photos to Xie Xuanze’s hospital room. “Do you recognize him?”

Xie Xuanze glanced at the photos and turned his head away.

Unfazed by his refusal to cooperate, An Ningqing remarked with curiosity, “This man tried to infiltrate my place using a fake cat as a surveillance camera. Do you think he’s more interested in me or you?”

She was certain the original owner of her body wouldn’t have known such an aristocratic young master. His expensive clothes, luxury watch, and high-end car all screamed “heir to a wealthy family.”

“His name is Fu Yuwen, the young master of Fu’s Technology and the only son whom Fu Langsheng dotes on above all else.”

“It seems he’s more interested in you. Do you two have some history?”

Xie Xuanze scoffed dismissively. “Just a brat. Why would I waste my time on him? An Ningqing, what do you really want to ask? Stop wasting everyone’s time.”

An Ningqing paced the room, circling four or five times. Just as Xie Xuanze’s patience was about to snap, she suddenly stopped and asked, “Then let me rephrase: Were Xie Wenyan and him close?”

Xie Xuanze scrutinized the woman before him. “You… Ranran? No, An Ningqing, you’re trying to trick me into revealing something. What do you want?”

Seeing his guarded expression, An Ningqing placed the photo on his bedside table. “Fine. Even if you won’t tell me, I’ll find out what I need to know.”

With that, she turned and left without a backward glance.

Xie Xuanze stared after her, speechless.

He slammed his fist against the bed in frustration. Every conversation with An Ningqing left him feeling utterly helpless. The woman was not only impervious to reason but also infuriatingly elusive, impossible to read.

Initially, he had assumed she was trying to leverage the Xie Family’s influence to establish herself in the entertainment industry. Who could have imagined her ambitions lay elsewhere? She had managed to avoid giving him any leverage, making her truly enigmatic and inscrutable.

Yet she was so sensitive to other matters.

Now, he genuinely felt a sense of threat emanating from this woman.

An Ningqing had intended to continue with the remaining surgeries, but Wang Ming was absent. When she asked Cai Cai, the nurse hesitated, “An An, shouldn’t you rest? You’ve performed thirty consecutive surgeries already. We know you want them to recover quickly… but you need to rest too. Wang Ming said he’s completely exhausted…”

The surgery couldn’t proceed.

An Ningqing hurried to the pharmacy to continue preparing the medicinal paste. She estimated that Third Miss Xie’s facial ointment was nearly depleted. As she quietly worked, her mind suddenly drifted back to a distant memory: the day her master left her.

It had been so sudden.

One moment they were discussing which direction to travel that year; the next, her master had died saving her life.

She had always imagined she would watch her master grow old, little by little. When the old man could no longer walk, she would dangle a jar of his favorite Daughter Red wine before his eyes, just as he had once coaxed her as a child. But before she could do any of that, he was gone.

What had she felt then?

It was as if she were the only person left in the world.

An Ningqing leaned against the stone table, lost in thought for a long while. She must have been heartbroken. She had no parents; her master was all she had—a father and mother to her, teaching her medicine and grooming her as his successor.

Perhaps Xie Anran needed someone by her side now too.

Having made up her mind, An Ningqing quickened her pace, then took the freshly prepared Flawless Trace ointment to Xie Anran’s company. Though it was late at night, one floor of the building remained brightly lit.

“What brings you here so late?”

“I came to bring you your medicine.”

This time, An Ningqing had changed the bottle. Instead of the plastic one with multiple labels, she used an antique-style porcelain bottle depicting a court lady, instantly elevating its elegance and perceived value. Xie Anran glanced at it curiously before leading An Ningqing by the hand toward the elevator. “Why the sudden change in packaging?”

She had always assumed An Ningqing didn’t care about such things.

Perhaps she had simply been too lazy to bother before?

“I felt like changing it,” An Ningqing replied.

Xie Anran smiled faintly. “If you’re not in a hurry, wait until I finish up here, and I’ll drive you home.”

Seeing An Ningqing’s composure, as if unaffected by the online controversy, Xie Anran didn’t mention it. “I came specifically to check if you’ve been applying the medicine properly. If not—”

Xie Anran couldn’t help but look at her. “Every day when I look in the mirror, I feel like I’m getting prettier. What do you think? Is it true?” She even leaned closer to make it easier for An Ningqing to examine her.

An Ningqing finally got to touch her cheek. “Third Miss, you seem to have lost weight.”

As they spoke, the elevator arrived.

The doors opened, and Xie Anran immediately straightened her posture, her expression shifting faster than flipping a page in a book. After instructing her assistant to pour An Ningqing a glass of juice, she began flipping through a stack of documents on her desk. An Ningqing stared at her face for a long time. It was true—new flesh had grown, and the scars had faded, but a hideous scar now marred her once flawless complexion.

Why is it healing so slowly?

An Ningqing picked up a magazine and flipped through it, but she couldn’t focus on the famous models on the pages. When Xie Anran looked up, she saw An Ningqing’s docile and serene demeanor, so obedient and quiet. Yet beneath that facade lay a fiercely independent spirit. Xie Anran suddenly recalled Xu Fenglai’s assessment of An Ningqing: Does she have a strong will?

At least she won’t let herself be bullied.

An Ningqing’s phone had been vibrating incessantly in her pocket. She waited until it stopped before pulling it out and glancing at the screen. A new group chat called “Communication Group” had appeared, with a notification showing “99+.”

She didn’t remember joining this group before. When she opened it, the first thing she saw was a bloody image—a heart, judging by its shape. Before she could examine it closely, the image was quickly scrolled out of view.

Looking at the group members, she recognized all the profile pictures—each one a clear photo of the person themselves. And they were all familiar faces: the group of old ladies and gentlemen.

An Ningqing realized what kind of group this was: she had been added to an academic exchange group for senior scholars. She hadn’t expected them to be so active in private, their energy seemingly inexhaustible, rivaling even Lu Lu’s boundless enthusiasm.

Scrolling further down, she saw numerous messages, including five from Old Master Lu.

I’ve sent you the exam time and location. Please confirm receipt.

Above the message was a poster detailing the time and location. Scrolling up revealed earlier messages confirming her registration.

Everything had been meticulously arranged. A warm current flowed through An Ningqing’s heart, making even Old Master Lu’s profile picture seem more approachable. She replied with a simple “Received.”

There was no response; he must be resting.

Then she noticed a red dot on her contacts list. Tapping it, she discovered a new friend request with a message:  Your manager, Xu Fenglai.

An Ningqing casually accepted the request.

Xu Fenglai immediately sent a flurry of question marks.

An Ningqing had the feeling that if she didn’t explain herself tonight, she’d be subjected to a relentless barrage of nagging. But before she could respond, several more messages arrived, mostly asking about her progress with the scripts she had previously selected.

Naturally, she had only read one.

The one with Xu Fenglai’s most outstanding character design.

Feeling uncharacteristically guilty, An Ningqing quickly turned off the screen. When she looked up, she saw Xie Anran staring at her with a half-amused, half-teasing expression. “What’s wrong?”

Xie Anran leaned against her, then shifted until her head rested on An Ningqing’s lap, her legs propped up on the sofa armrest. “An Ningqing, are you secretly a fairy in disguise?”

An Ningqing: “…What kind of nonsense is that? I’d think you were insulting me.”

Xie Anran glanced at her, assured she wasn’t truly offended, and playfully tugged at her hand. “Just being near you makes me feel so at ease. You have such a unique aura.”

“What kind of aura?”

“I’m not telling you.”

Xie Anran’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She forced herself to sit up. “Come on, I’ll take you home. If I lie down again, I’ll fall asleep.”

Before An Ningqing arrived, Xie Anran had been mentally wired despite her exhaustion, caught in a state of wanting to sleep but being unable to. But as soon as An Ningqing appeared, Xie Anran suddenly felt overwhelmingly sleepy, especially with the delicate fragrance emanating from her. Her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open.

“Did you change your perfume again?”

“Your nose is so sharp.”

Before coming tonight, An Ningqing had deliberately changed her usual fragrance, though only slightly, as she hadn’t had time to prepare properly. Unexpectedly, she suddenly fixed her gaze on Xie Anran. “I think you possess a deep understanding of the Xie Family’s innate talent. Have you ever considered developing it further?”

Xie Anran tilted her head. “Talent? What talent? I don’t feel like I have any special talent.”

She was likely the most ordinary member of the Xie Family. Her elder brother had shown a natural aptitude for business since childhood, earning substantial profits for their family’s company at a young age. As a result, her parents groomed him as their heir, while she spent her days eating, drinking, and indulging in leisure, doing nothing of consequence.

An Ningqing smiled and gently tapped the tip of Xie Anran’s nose. “Talent is a gift from the heavens. You should cherish it, Third Miss Xie. Remember, others might strive their entire lives and still never catch up to you.”

The tickle of An Ningqing’s finger made Xie Anran’s nose itch. She grabbed An Ningqing’s hand. “Stop teasing me, unless you don’t want to sleep tonight.”

Talent? It was clearly just An Ningqing trying to flatter her.

Yet, surprisingly, Xie Anran wasn’t even angry.

An Ningqing sighed in exasperation. “Haven’t you noticed your nose is far more sensitive than others’? You can always quickly identify the Tranquil Spirit Incense and even the subtle changes in my fragrance.”