Lin Qingxiu, the Quack Doctor

"Who is this person?" someone asked in confusion.

Another replied, "I know him—he's one of the top neurosurgeons in the country. He saved my uncle's life. There's no way he'd deliberately slander some random doctor."

Hearing this, the crowd turned their accusations toward Lin Qingxiu.

"What a menace."

"Some doctor she is! If you don’t know what you're doing, don’t go around harming people. Quacks like her are nothing but a hazard in the medical field."

It was actually Dr. Chen Lin!

Lin Qingxiu felt a chill run down her spine.

Her mind was consumed by one thought: I’m finished.

With reporters present, Dr. Chen involved, and the old man’s identity clearly significant, today’s incident was bound to blow up.

And if it did, her career would be over.

A bodyguard urgently asked, "Dr. Chen, is there really nothing we can do?"

"If we rush him to the hospital and I perform the surgery myself, his survival rate is only eight percent. But with the traffic jam right now, the ambulance won’t get here fast enough. The longer we wait, the lower his chances become," Dr. Chen sighed.

Lin Qingxiu was busy scheming how to distance herself from the mess.

Then an idea struck her, and her gaze landed on Lin Xuan.

Perfect.

Lin Xuan loved showing off, didn’t he?

She’d let him treat the old man!

Then she’d hire people online to steer the narrative, pinning everything on Lin Xuan alone. That way, she could wash her hands of the whole affair.

Lin Qingxiu felt completely justified.

This was all Lin Xuan’s fault anyway. If he hadn’t tried to play the hero, she wouldn’t have stepped in to help the old man in the first place.

"Lin Xuan!" she called out. "Didn’t you just say you had a way to treat this gentleman? Then go ahead and do it!"

"You wouldn’t just stand by and let him die, would you?"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.

So Lin Qingxiu was trying to shift the blame onto him.

Too bad her plan was about to backfire.

"Fine, I’ll treat him," Lin Xuan agreed.

Lin Qingxiu hadn’t expected him to accept so readily. His response left her momentarily stunned.

Even Dr. Chen couldn’t cure the old man, yet Lin Xuan dared to intervene? The audacity!

"Good, then hurry up and save him," Lin Qingxiu said with a faint smile. "Lin Xuan, just so you know, today’s events might make national headlines. If anything goes wrong, your reputation will be ruined."

"Third Miss Lin," Lin Xuan sneered, "you’re the one who worsened this gentleman’s condition. Even if my reputation is destroyed, I’ll drag you down with me."

"Lin Xuan, you—!"

Rage flashed across Lin Qingxiu’s face, but she bit back her words.

Fine.

Let Lin Xuan have his moment. She’d hold her tongue for now—if she provoked him too much, he might refuse to treat the old man, leaving her without a scapegoat.

Lin Xuan, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have intervened, and none of this would’ve happened.

You brought this on yourself.

Lin Xuan approached Dr. Chen. "Dr. Chen, may I examine the gentleman?"

"And you are?" Dr. Chen frowned.

"I’m a senior computer science student at Yundu University," Lin Xuan replied.

"Ridiculous!" Dr. Chen snapped. "This is a matter of life and death—you can’t just mess around!"

"Dr. Chen, the gentleman’s condition is..."

Lin Xuan proceeded to describe Grandpa Jiang’s illness in meticulous detail.

At first, Dr. Chen dismissed him outright. But gradually, his expression shifted to shock.

He’d gotten everything right.

There was even a latent, life-threatening issue that Dr. Chen himself hadn’t detected—Grandpa Jiang had been the one to inform him.

And since the details of the illness were tightly guarded, there was no chance of a leak.

So… he’d diagnosed it himself?

Lin Xuan continued, "You know as well as I do that even if the ambulance arrives now, his chances of survival are slim. Let me take the risk—I might be able to pull him out of danger."

Lin Qingxiu smirked.

Lin Xuan’s boasting is going to be his downfall.

Since he’d dared to cross her, she had no reason to protect him anymore.

Let him sink or swim on his own.

Dr. Chen hesitated, studying Lin Xuan closely.

The young man seemed confident he could cure Grandpa Jiang.

And he had accurately diagnosed the condition.

Maybe… it was worth a shot.

"Alright, give it a try," Dr. Chen finally agreed. "I’ll take responsibility for any consequences."

"Do you need my assistance?"

"No."

Lin Xuan pulled out a cloth bundle filled with silver needles—retrieved earlier from his spatial storage.

Lin Qingxiu frowned.

Acupuncture?

She scoffed internally.

Even surgery might not save him, and he thinks sticking needles in him will work?

What a joke!

Lin Xuan instructed a bodyguard to help Grandpa Jiang sit up, then carefully inserted the needles into his head.

Lin Qingxiu couldn’t resist commenting, "The head is one of the most vital—and fragile—parts of the human body. One wrong move, and you could kill him. Lin Xuan, I suggest you be very careful."

"Shut up," Lin Xuan snapped impatiently.

Bystanders also frowned at her.

"After making his condition worse, she still has the nerve to lecture others? The audacity!"

"Yeah, just keep quiet and let him work."

The crowd jeered, their disdainful gazes fixed on Lin Qingxiu.

Her face burned with humiliation, but she forced herself to stay. She wanted to see Lin Xuan get torn apart.

Five needles were inserted into Grandpa Jiang’s head, with more placed in his fingers and chest.

Lin Xuan focused intently, gently rotating the needles.

His confidence came from a similar case he’d studied in his spatial archives—one he’d practiced extensively.

He was 99% certain of success. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken the risk.

Five minutes later, the ambulance arrived—just as Lin Xuan withdrew the needles.

Grandpa Jiang remained motionless on the ground.

Dr. Chen quickly checked his pulse.

Lin Qingxiu crossed her arms. "You said you could cure him, right? Then why hasn’t he shown any improvement?"

Lin Xuan arched a brow but stayed silent.

Thinking he was scared, Lin Qingxiu pressed on mockingly, "Since you’ve disowned me as your sister, don’t expect me to clean up your mess this time."

Lin Xuan laughed coldly. "Third Miss Lin, the results aren’t in yet. Why the rush to gloat?"

"Fine, I’ll wait for your so-called results," Lin Qingxiu sneered.