170: Call from Elder Su

Call from Elder Su

Qin Yicheng consoled Lu Yaran to go out and attend to the guests.

The Qin family proceeded to send off the guests. Qin Muran's group was abnormally silent as they also left the banquet hall.

Still, Cai Jingyi was still not quite satisfied. Until everyone had left, she shot her husband a dirty look and demanded, "Are you really just going to let it be?"

Xi Bingyu replied with a whine, "What was I supposed to do then? Yaohua likes Muran. And seeing Qin Yan's attitude, do you think that she wants to reconcile with Yaohua? Moreover, Qin Yan is just outstanding herself. But without the support of Qin family, what can she do?"

"Still..," Cai Jingyi muttered.

"Don't even think about it! It's already chaotic enough. Don't cause trouble for me! Now, we're not even sure about what's with the Qins' attitude yet! Instead seeing the Qin family's attitude, it is clear that they support Qin Muran. So remove these thoughts from your mind," Xi Bingyu explained the situation to his wife to calm her down.

On the other side, Qin Muran faced the many peculiar gazes and braced herself to send the guests off.

She kept thinking about what had happened and was still upset.

When she realised the differentiating attitude of all the universities, especially the Beijing University, Qin Muran was so resentful that she almost split her lips from biting on them.

Beijing University did not even consider inviting her even when she was placed fifth in the whole province. This thought tortured Qin Muran until she felt like she was going crazy.

Even now as she remembered Qin Yan being poached by the Presidents of top universities with all attention on her, she thought about how her success had become a nightmare. It was completely ruined…

She was clearly the lady of the Qin family! Qin Yan was already been thrown out of the house! All the success should have been hers! Why… Why had it become like this?

Qin Yan, that witch! Why?

Qin Muran ground her teeth and rushed to leave with the remaining rationality she had after sending the guests off. 

*

Upstairs, the celebration of Class four also ended with a bang.

Qin Yan returned to her abode and took a shower before going to bed. She once again looked at her phone but saw no calls or messages from either Xi Ting or the little bun.

She sighed and went to bed.

The next morning, Qin Yan woke up from a call. It was Elder Su.

"Yan Yan, you need to visit People's hospital today. Tang Yin has encountered a difficult case and the patient has not responded to any western medicine till now. We have to see if Chinese medicine can work on the patient. I am currently in the capital and cannot come over," Elder Su continued, "If you face any problems in handling the case, you can contact me anytime. Is that fine with you?"

Qin Yan heard Elder Su carefully and replied affirmatively. Then after hanging up the call, she freshened up and left for the hospital after having breakfast.

On the way, she called Elder Tang and got the briefing of the patient, "That child's illness is rare, and I do not understand it. It's just that the body suddenly grew a lot of hair…" Elder Tang explained with a worried voice, "We have already tried most of the western medicines but to no avail."

"Okay, I am on the way. You can call the patient and his family over," Qin Yan hung up the phone.

On the other side, the child's aunt looked at Elder Tang with hope. 

"You can bring the patient over," Elder Tang smiled.

"It's really possible?"

Sister Chen immediately perked up.

"Don't get too excited yet," Elder Tang warned her. "The doctor said we have to see the person to know the specific situation. However, she is highly skilled in medicine, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Sister Chen did not mind. They were desperate for medical help. As long as they could save the child, anything would be good.

She immediately called her cousin and waited for the doctor to come over.

As soon as Qin Yan came over, Elder Tang introduced her to Sister Chen. Since she was introduced by Elder Tang, Sister Chen did not doubt Qin Yan despite her age. Qin Yan also had a good impression of Sister Chen so the two of them started talking normally to each other.

Sister Chen first told Qin Yan about the illness of the child and continued, "You have no idea how much the child has suffered!" She sighed, explaining to Qin Yan, "The child is the son of one of my cousins. The couple got married late, about the same age as me, and the child is only about ten years old. Now that the child has problems, they can't even focus on their work."

"It's true. Who wouldn't be anxious when their child is sick?" Qin Yan concurred.

"Yes," Sister Chen shook her head and sighed. "The boy is so smart, but he's been tortured by this illness. His father is a filmmaker and was ready to shoot a movie, but with the child's issues, he stopped."

Qin Yan was surprised.

"He is a filmmaker?"

"Yes, a director," Sister Chen nodded. "Jiang Shenghe. You know of him, right?"

"I think so."

Qin Yan did not change her expression.

Sister Chen continued, "Now they just hope the child will get better quickly, so that everyone will stop worrying."

"Right," Qin Yan nodded.

*

On the other side, Jiang Shenghe had been worried about the child. These days, they were losing weight along with their child.

It hurt their hearts to watch their child suffer from an illness and not get any better.

They had money but having money didn't always mean that they could buy health.

Especially since the child's issue was rare. There were no other examples of the illness, nationally or internationally.

The new movie should have started shooting, but with the child suddenly ill, Jiang Shenghe simply could not leave.

Even if his wife let him go to work, there was no way he could work properly.

If you had something on your mind, how could you make a good movie?

It was a quandary when the time came.

Therefore, when he received a call from his cousin, he decisively took the child to the hospital.

It was useless to stay in the house. It was better to take a chance. At least they would have tried their best.

They were already preparing to go abroad after losing hope from all the hospitals.

Now, Elder Tang said there was a very powerful Chinese doctor. They could not let go of the chance. Could there be hope?

In just half an hour, they reached the People's hospital.

When they reached Elder Tang's office, Jiang Shenghe couldn't help but frown. He thought that this doctor was too young. Before he could say anything, Mrs. Jiang spoke up.

"Doctor, please help our child."

Jiang Shenghe's wife looked very haggard, but she was actually only 40.

She and director Jiang Shenghe were more than ten years apart in age, known as a model couple in the industry.

Moreover, they had just one child.

"Have the child sit."1

Jiang Shenghe nodded, bent down, and released the child from his back.

The boy was actually 13 years old and in 7th grade, but he hadn't been to school for some time because of his illness.

Qin Yan looked him up and down.

He looked black— except for his face, long, dark hair covered his entire body.

At first glance, it was easy to be shocked.

Qin Yan was not intimidated.

"Give me your hand."

The boy obediently put out his hand.

Looking at her tender and slender fingers, Jiang Shenghe and his wife looked at each other, regretting their decision a little.

Had they known that this doctor was so young, they would not have come over.

What ability could the doctor have when she was so young?

This trip was also a torture for the child.

However, as depressed as they were, they did not say anything out of respect for the doctor.

If this didn't work, then they'd go abroad.

Under their eyes, which were not optimistic in the slightest, Qin Yan withdrew her hand and said indifferently, "It's not a big problem."

"What?!" Jiang Shenghe and his wife shouted in shock. "What did you say?!"

Did they hear wrong? She had said "it's a big problem," right? Not the opposite?

Qin Yan looked at them and didn't stop her writing, words soon appearing on the paper.

Jiang Shenghe was a little distracted, as the handwriting was quite beautiful.

"Don't worry, I can heal him."

Jiang Shenghe's wife almost pounced on Qin Yan, her face eager.

"Are you telling the truth?! You aren't lying to us?!"

Qin Yan understood her feelings and handed the paper over.

"Don't worry. If others can't cure him, I can."

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