A passerby curiously asked, "Miss, which hospital are you from? Your medical skills are so impressive. If I ever have any minor health issues in the future, I’d like to come to you."
"I’m a doctor at Yundu Second Hospital. My name is Lin Qingxiu," she replied with a smile.
"So it’s Dr. Lin! How remarkable."
"She looks only in her twenties, yet her skills are so advanced—and she’s so beautiful too. Truly talented and accomplished," a middle-aged woman praised generously.
Lin Qingxiu couldn’t help but smile at the compliments around her.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a reporter filming her, so she straightened her posture even more.
She even tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, ensuring her delicate features were fully visible to the camera.
There had been many instances online where doctors gained fame for saving lives. As the heiress of Starlight Group, she was certain her act of heroism would go viral once it spread online.
Perfect timing—her father had been worrying about the company’s falling stock prices. This could give them the boost they needed.
The reporter inquired, "Miss, if I recall correctly, Lin Chang, the chairman of Starlight Group, has a third daughter named Lin Qingxiu. May I ask if you’re related to Chairman Lin?"
"Lin Chang is my father," Lin Qingxiu confirmed.
The reporter chuckled. "As expected, a mighty father doesn’t raise a weak daughter."
"Lin Xuan." Lin Qingxiu’s gaze shifted back to Lin Xuan, her voice dripping with scorn. "You ungrateful wretch, don’t expect me to help you next time!"
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you were helping me and not just rushing to mock me? Lin Qingxiu, I’ve seen through your tricks since we were kids. Stop trying to glorify yourself."
"Lin Xuan, you—!"
His words struck a nerve, and Lin Qingxiu flushed with anger.
"Fine! Consider my earlier act of ‘help’ wasted on a dog! Don’t you dare think—"
Before she could finish, a sudden "pfft—" cut her off. The elderly man lying on the ground abruptly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Why is he bleeding now?"
The crowd gasped. "Didn’t she say he was cured? Why is he vomiting blood? And his face is deathly pale!"
Lin Qingxiu froze.
Why was he bleeding?
Panicked, she grabbed the old man’s wrist to check his pulse again.
Her hands trembled.
What was happening?
His pulse had weakened drastically.
Her mind went blank, unsure of what to do next.
She frantically re-examined the old man’s condition but found no clues.
"Earlier, he wasn’t this bad. It got worse right after this girl treated him."
The comment jolted the others.
"Exactly! She’s the reason his condition deteriorated. I thought she was some brilliant doctor from Yundu Second Hospital, but look at this mess!"
"You don’t know the half of it. Some doctors these days get into hospitals through connections—barely qualified. She’s probably one of them."
"And she had the nerve to lecture that young man for showing off? She’s the real fraud here."
Lin Qingxiu’s face turned ashen.
What should she do now?
Whether it was her fault or not, the old man’s condition had undeniably worsened—and everyone would blame her.
She had even announced her name and workplace earlier. If this got out online, she’d be attacked relentlessly, and the company’s stock would plummet!
Forcing composure, she said, "The gentleman’s condition has taken an unexpected turn. He needs professional medical equipment now. We’ll have to wait for the ambulance."
But the crowd wasn’t buying it.
"Can’t handle it, or don’t know how? You know the truth. Hah! You acted so confident, but instead of curing him, you made him worse."
Lin Qingxiu’s expression twisted between rage and humiliation. "It’s his own problem! How is this my fault?"
Just then, several black-suited bodyguards pushed through the crowd.
Their eyes widened in horror at the sight of the old man on the ground.
"Sir!" they cried, hastily pulling out medication to administer. But it had no effect.
A middle-aged woman spoke up, "Earlier, this gentleman was lying here, but his condition wasn’t this bad. This woman claimed to be a Ph.D. from Yundu Medical College and treated him—right after, he turned worse."
The bodyguards’ icy glares locked onto Lin Qingxiu.
"This has nothing to do with me!" she snapped through gritted teeth. "I was just trying to help! His condition worsened on its own!"
"Miss, our employer’s episodes have always been resolved with a single pill. Now he’s like this, and you say it’s not your doing?" The bodyguard’s gaze was murderous.
"Let me take a look."
A highly authoritative medical expert stepped forward—coincidentally, the old man’s personal physician.
The bodyguards immediately pleaded, "Doctor Chen, please examine our employer! We gave him his medicine, but he’s still not improving."
Doctor Chen knelt and checked the old man’s vitals.
Twenty seconds later, his brows furrowed deeply, his expression grave.
Lin Xuan remained silent, observing from the side.
He remembered—in his past life, this incident had been reported, but Lin Qingxiu hadn’t been involved. Doctor Chen had arrived, administered the medicine, and the old man recovered swiftly.
Lin Xuan shook his head.
Lin Qingxiu had dug her own grave just to show off in front of him.
"Doctor Chen, what’s the situation?" the bodyguard pressed anxiously.
Doctor Chen turned to Lin Qingxiu with a dark expression. "Did you treat him?"
"Yes," Lin Qingxiu answered, unnerved by his glare. But then she rallied—she was a doctor. Saving lives was her duty!
"I saw him lying here in critical condition. As a doctor, I couldn’t just stand by. I treated him according to his symptoms," she declared righteously.
Doctor Chen’s face grew even sterner.
Spotting an empty medicine bottle on the ground, he picked it up. "You gave him this?"
"Yes. I happened to have it on me, and his symptoms matched, so I administered it," Lin Qingxiu confirmed.
"He doesn’t have the illness you assumed—only something similar! Do you realize this medication could kill him?!" Doctor Chen roared.
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