Top-tier Observation Haki, the Young Lady's Stroke of Genius, the Head Maid's Astonishment

Tap, tap... tap, tap...

The sound of footsteps echoed in the fire escape stairs. Soon, the footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of rapid breathing. Shen Qinghan stopped, leaning against the wall, panting, with fine sweat beading on her smooth, white forehead.

Her physical exertion today alone was equivalent to a whole month's worth of exercise for the eldest miss.

This time, it wasn't because she was in a rush, but because the hospital elevators were shut down. The eldest miss had no choice but to take the stairs. Although... Shen Qinghan couldn't understand why the elevators would be shut down at noon when there were the most people, but none of that mattered anymore.

Compared to thinking about these trivial things, getting upstairs was obviously much more important.

She had finally arrived.

Standing in place to catch her breath for a moment, she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. Shen Qinghan glanced at the room numbers in the corridor and began searching them one by one.

Tap, tap...

Her footsteps gradually approached and finally stopped in front of the Supreme Ward in the middle of the corridor. Why was it called Supreme?

Because the word Supreme was literally printed in huge letters on the door. For some reason, it gave off a strong chuunibyou vibe. That's right, this ward number was also set up according to Xia Tongxin's preferences.

If the hospital wasn't considered a relatively serious place, Xia Tongxin would have definitely changed the door to a strawberry milk pattern. Only a ward like that could be worthy of being called Supreme and The Best!

The evil Pink-Haired Little Cockroach had struck again.

Seeing the word Supreme on the door, Shen Qinghan frowned slightly. She placed her hand on the doorknob, pressed it down, and click.

The ward door opened.

Whoosh...

A gust of wind blew past, gently brushing against Shen Qinghan's face. After seeing the scene inside the room clearly, Shen Qinghan's pupils trembled.

Beep, beep... A crisp electronic sound echoed in the room. Ye Cheng was lying quietly on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, with the heart rate monitor beside him showing a steady rhythm.

At this moment, Shen Qinghan's heartbeat seemed to come to a halt. She was somewhat unwilling to believe the scene before her. Even though she had received the news earlier, she still couldn't believe that a certain unreliable idiot was just lying there in the hospital.

Shouldn't he be alive and kicking?

Shouldn't he be lying there scrolling through mind-numbing short videos and greeting her with Ohayo, eldest miss when he saw her?

Shouldn't he be...

Why was he actually lying there?

Perhaps Ye Cheng's image in Shen Qinghan's mind was too vivid, and his abilities too heaven-defying, so much so that Shen Qinghan subconsciously thought that even if Ye Cheng really ended up in the hospital, it wouldn't be anything serious. At least... he wouldn't be lying on a hospital bed like he was now, so quiet that it seemed as if he had passed away.

The knife pierced into Shen Qinghan's heart began to twist, little by little...

The feeling of pain wasn't particularly intense, but it was incredibly clear. At least... it was much clearer than anything she had felt over the past dozen years.

Since birth, Shen Qinghan had a very stable personality. To put it nicely, she was composed and unruffled. To put it harshly, she was a self-righteous problem child, as the President called her.

It wasn't that she lacked emotions, but rather her emotions tended to be flat, exceptionally flat.

When she was little, even if she fainted from hunger because a certain missus was too busy playing, she wouldn't bite during the next mealtime. She would just crawl over when it was time, and grab onto a certain Naturally Evil Obasan to prevent her from escaping.

She would only let go after eating her meal in peace.

To stimulate her Daughter-chan's emotions, Mrs. Du tried every method imaginable, like playing dead, getting injured, acting sick, crying loudly, tickling... She used every despicable trick on her daughter.

However, the results were not very noticeable.

The result of playing dead was being ignored. When mealtime came, she would automatically eat, regardless of life or death, and kick her away after finishing.

Getting injured and acting sick had some effect. Although she wouldn't show sadness, she would at least stay by her side a little longer, tugging at her clothes and accompanying her with a calm expression.

But that only worked the first two times. After two times, the eldest miss activated her immunity function. She still automatically ate when it was mealtime, and then kicked her away, quite ruthlessly.

As for tickling... uh, she would get bitten.

It hurt a bit, so it wasn't recommended to try.

This was Mrs. Du's voice of experience. Tickling would result in getting bitten. Fortunately, she was small and hadn't grown teeth yet at the time, otherwise...

Anyway, she never saw tears, but she did see fists. However, fortunately, through unremitting efforts, a certain missus proved that her Little Hanhan was just not very good at expressing herself and was a bit weaker than ordinary people in emotional feedback; she wasn't truly a block of wood.

Oh yeah~~~

A victory for Mama-chan!

After a brief moment of daze, Shen Qinghan walked into the room and casually closed the door.

Bang!

Tap, tap. She walked over to the hospital bed where Ye Cheng was lying, sat down quietly just like that, and stared at Ye Cheng unblinkingly... just staring hard at him!

Ye Cheng: ...

Holy crap, seriously? Eldest miss, aren't you being a bit too abstract?

Shouldn't there be some cheesy words or sad quotes? What's with this blank staring?

Fortunately, Ye Cheng had a strong heart. Otherwise, the heart rate monitor would have already taken off like the head maid. Even being stared at like this by the eldest miss, Ye Cheng's heartbeat was controlled within the normal range.

If the situation remained in this stalemate, unsurprisingly... it wouldn't be long before the President came charging up, and then he would be squashed into pulp.

The eldest miss was being a bit too abstract. First, she elbow-striked the claw machine, and now she was just staring blankly. It almost fried Ye Cheng's CPU. If his brain wrinkles got smoothed out and his cerebellum took over, he would definitely behave.

Wait!

He had to keep waiting. He had to wait for the head maid to return before he could wake up. This was also a plan and conspiracy between two geniuses.

The original medical report couldn't be used and needed some alterations. Right now, the head maid was off altering the medical records. At this time, he had to thank the Pink-Haired Little Cockroach for carrying him over to a private hospital under the Xia family's name.

If he had surgery at the school, that would truly be streaking. He would really be squashed into pulp then, tied up every day for chemotherapy, taking medicine, and occasionally having emo little dramatic moments...

Screw that! Considering his lifelong stellar reputation, how could he end up like those people in the retarded crooked-mouth Dragon King novels?

Being retarded wasn't entirely unacceptable, but at least give him the title of Dragon King! Getting elbow strikes every day and having a black-hearted maid loan shark him was truly getting a bit unbearable...

Hmm?

Feeling the soft touch on his hand, a huge question mark appeared in Ye Cheng's head, and his heart rate showed a noticeable little fluctuation.

Shen Qinghan held Ye Cheng's hand, placed it on her leg, and her eyes continued to stare at Ye Cheng unblinkingly.

Beep...

Hmm? Hearing the fluctuation from the heart rate monitor, Shen Qinghan looked over with doubt in her eyes. It was a subtle fluctuation that appeared and quickly returned to calm. However, Shen Qinghan's eyes lit up. As if she had thought of something, she took the hand she was holding and placed it on her other leg...

Beep...

It works!

Shen Qinghan's eyes flickered with an inexplicable light!

Ye Cheng: "???"

Holy crap, what kind of method is this?

Heart: I can't hold on anymore, big bro!

Brain: Useless trash!

Heart: Aren't you excited too, big bro? Your brainwaves are jumping all the way over to me...

Brain: Shut up, you vile spawn, I'm just helping you share the burden!

Heart: ...

Thump thump...

Heart: I can't do it, big bro, I can't hold on, she's giving too much!

Brain: Big bro can't hold on either, a somewhat ditzy eldest miss is simply too amazing, saikou, wuhu!!!

Later on, it reached the point where Ye Cheng couldn't help but almost "resurrect from the dead." The eldest miss was much bolder than he had imagined. If he got caught pretending later, he would really be chopped into minced meat!

Please stop giving more, eldest miss, I really can't hold on...

Click clack click clack...

At the door, the crisp sound of a maid's high heels echoed from the corridor, interrupting the eldest miss's "magical spellcasting." Ye Cheng's brain and heart calmed down simultaneously, returning to tranquility.

Shen Qinghan silently placed Ye Cheng's Teletubby-style hand back onto the hospital bed, pretending as if nothing had happened. Her face remained calm, but... the roots of her ears were slightly burning.

Click.

The door opened, and the head maid walked in holding Ye Cheng's "medical record." Looking "very surprised" at the eldest miss sitting by the bed, she subconsciously took a step back.

"How did you get in?"

Shen Qinghan didn't speak; her gaze locked onto the "medical record" in the head maid's hand. "Give that to me, and your people will be fine."

Head maid: "..."

Even though the head maid was mentally prepared, seeing this underworld heiress in front of her still made her heart tremble. Compared to her own young miss, this one was simply far too ruthless...

Such a comparison was like an adult fierce tiger and a newborn kitten... Both sides were very confident in their own strength, though her own young miss's confidence needed quotation marks.

The head maid began to act. After experiencing a painful "struggle," she finally sighed and handed the medical record to Shen Qinghan.

"I hope you keep your word," the head maid said helplessly. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Ye Cheng lying on the hospital bed, only to see him giving her a thumbs-up.

Good job, Xiaxia!

Head maid: "..."

As if sensing something, the eldest miss, who was still looking at the medical record, suddenly turned her head and looked toward Ye Cheng on the bed.

Head maid: "???"