Lin Qingxiu snatched her phone back and began scrolling, her eyes landing on a video from HuYin. It showed her mocking Lin Xuan at first, only to slink away in defeat later.
When she checked again—
Three million likes!
The comments section was flooded with demands for Lin Qingxiu to be expelled from the medical field.
"How could so many people have seen this?" Her face paled.
She had assumed HuYin had a small user base, and since it was Lin Xuan’s app, she didn’t want to give him money by paying to suppress the incident.
Yet a single video had garnered this much attention.
Three million likes likely meant tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, of views.
"Lin Qingxiu, we all know about your family drama. None of you ever respected your younger brother, did you?"
"Yet he’s the most accomplished of you all—a medical genius and a business prodigy. Do you regret driving him out now?"
A female nurse crossed her arms, smirking.
Lin Qingxiu was too shaken to even react to their taunts. Hands trembling, she opened the app store and searched for HuYin.
Over a hundred million downloads.
"How is this possible? How did he grow this app so successfully?"
Wasn’t he always just a good-for-nothing?
Lin Xuan!
She clenched her phone.
They were blood-related siblings, yet he allowed her humiliation to spread like wildfire on his platform!
"Lin Qingxiu, come to my office immediately," the hospital director said sternly.
Her face drained of color.
With heavy steps, she followed him inside.
"Your incident yesterday has gone viral. I called you here to deal with the fallout," the director said, his expression grim.
Their hospital prioritized PR, suppressing all past disputes—until now. In less than a day, their reputation had plummeted.
"Director," Lin Qingxiu pleaded, "just give me some time. I’ll handle this."
"Handle it?" he snapped. "It’s already out of control! What can you possibly do now?"
"I…"
Her mind was a mess. She had no solution.
"Since this morning, people have been flooding our website and protesting at the gates, demanding your removal. This must be resolved, or the hospital will suffer irreparable damage."
The director delivered his verdict: "Submit your resignation."
"Director, I don’t want to leave." Her eyes reddened with desperation.
"You have no choice! If you stay, the hospital will pay the price!"
"Then let me take a leave of absence. Once this blows over, I’ll return." It was the only compromise she could think of.
"Lin Qingxiu, the internet never forgets. Your brother clearly holds a grudge. With HuYin’s daily active users in the tens of millions, what if this resurfaces later? What then?"
"I… I…"
Her fists clenched tightly.
"Resign voluntarily, or face termination. You have thirty minutes to decide."
In the end, Lin Qingxiu handed in her resignation and stumbled back to the Lin family home in a daze.
"Mom… I was forced to resign."
She collapsed onto the sofa, her face ashen.
"Qingxiu, what happened?" Jiang Shuqin asked, alarmed.
Lin Qingxiu didn’t answer, burying her face in her mother’s shoulder as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Lin Chang soon arrived, his expression thunderous.
"Dad…" She stood before him, tears streaming, her voice trembling.
SLAP!
A harsh blow sent her head snapping to the side.
Tears of humiliation spilled over.
"Lin Chang! How could you hit her? She’s an adult now!" Jiang Shuqin shielded her daughter.
"See for yourself what she’s done!"
He flung his phone onto the coffee table. "This is your precious daughter!"
Frowning, Jiang Shuqin picked it up and scrolled.
"Lin Qingxiu, if you’re incompetent, don’t pretend otherwise!" Lin Chang roared.
"Do you realize our company’s stock hit the limit-down at market open today?"
After meticulous efforts to boost their shares, they’d been soaring—until now. He’d planned to cash out some holdings, but with the stock frozen, selling was impossible.
"And it’s not just the stock! People are boycotting our games and products!" he spat through gritted teeth.
"Dad, I didn’t mean for this to happen," Lin Qingxiu whimpered. "I thought I could treat him."
"I only stepped in because I feared Lin Xuan would make things worse. But it turned out his diagnosis was different."
"I think Lin Xuan set me up. He knew my treatment was wrong yet stayed silent, letting me fail before swooping in at the last second."
She pressed her lips together.
He must have done it to humiliate her, to flaunt his skills, and to get revenge.
"How does Lin Xuan even know medicine?" Lin Chang demanded.
She stayed silent.
She couldn’t fathom it either—how Lin Xuan had saved a patient even she and Doctor Chen had given up on.
"His abilities exceed what I imagined." Lin Chang’s face darkened.
In the past, he’d have celebrated Lin Xuan’s talents, seeing them as an asset to the family and Starlight Group.
But now?
Skyveil Group’s gaming and entertainment divisions were encroaching on Starlight’s market share.
Lin Xuan was targeting them.
The stronger he became, the greater the threat.
Pacing the room, Lin Chang racked his brain for a solution.
Abruptly, he stopped and turned to Lin Qingxiu.
"Tomorrow—no, this afternoon—I’ll hold a press conference. You’ll publicly apologize and announce your withdrawal from the medical field."
Only this could minimize Starlight Group’s losses.
"Dad, I won’t apologize or quit!" she protested through clenched teeth.
"Then get out of this family!"
She fell silent.
Her mind flashed to Lin Xuan—how their father had issued the same ultimatum on his wedding day with Qin Ruoyao.
Back then, she’d relished the drama.
Now, experiencing it herself, she understood the agony.
But then again…
Lin Qingxiu scowled.
Lin Xuan was nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Why should she pity him?
"Dad, I'll listen to you," Lin Qingxiu said softly.
At that moment.
Jiang Shuqin, seated on the sofa, stared fixedly at her phone, her face deathly pale.

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