After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 745
Chapter 745: Coaxing His Majesty, Asking Si Fuqing to Save Ji Qingwei (3)
Yu Xiheng was immersed in writing.
Si Fuqing peeked over his shoulder.
She noticed the familiar characters still penned on the paper —
“Fear not the want of armor, for mine is also yours to wear.”
Setting down the tea brought, then making one cup, Si Fuqing spoke up, “Boss, are you still upset?”
“I am upset,” Yu Xiheng replied, lifting his head. “Have you considered the consequences of your actions? If your assistant had arrived a few minutes later, you might have—”
He stopped abruptly.
But his furrowed brows and eyes clearly showing his displeasure.
“I have considered them,” Si Fuqing responded, her expression becoming serious. “That’s exactly why I chose to act.”
“Oh?” Yu Xiheng set down his brush. “Let’s hear it then.”
“Boss, you’re not being very professional as a fan,” Si Fuqing said calmly. “I’ve been reading ‘The Chronicle of the Grand Marshall’ recently. The JIANG family’s army volunteered to defend the frontier—did they not consider the consequences?”
The frontier was a place of constant war and gathering of barbarians, where death was a daily occurrence.
Yet, JIANG Haiping went there and spent five years until his death, never returning to Yong’an.
“Of course, that’s just one reason,” Si Fuqing continued, looking up. “The second is that I trust you, boss. With you around, I feel quite safe. You’re wise and mighty!”
Yu Xiheng’s gaze deepened, his tone cool, “You’re quite good at flattering.”
Si Fuqing reflected for a moment.
She hadn’t really been trying to flatter; it was just a spontaneous expression of her thoughts.
But that didn’t matter.
She considerately offered him a cup of tea, “So, boss, have you been appeased?”
Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment before sighing resignedly, “Yes, I have.”
Si Fuqing suddenly felt that her boss was very easy to coax.
If it were anyone else, they might have received a fist instead.
“Yesterday, I also saved a person,” Si Fuqing mentioned casually, resting her chin on her hand, “and incidentally nurtured a future great doctor.”
Yu Xiheng gave her a deep look, “You’re impressive.”
He picked up his brush again, finished writing the last line of the poem, and gently ruffled her hair. “Let’s go down for dinner.”
**
The day after Qin Yusong’s hands were healed, he resumed seeing patients.
The patients seeking surgery were endless, and after successfully completing ten surgeries, everyone confirmed that his hands were truly healed.
The medical delegation from the Western Continent was still in Sijiu City, determined to find the miraculous doctor who had healed Qin Yusong.
The identity of this miracle doctor was the subject of much online speculation.
Even Yu Yao, a scion of a wealthy family who normally ignored social media, knew about Qin Yusong’s recovery, having seen the news everywhere.
He promptly visited Sijiu City First Hospital.
“Dr. Qin, I am Yu Yao.” Yu Yao’s demeanor was humble, “I’d like to ask you to contact this miracle doctor. I have a sister who is frail and ill, and I hope she can regain a healthy constitution.”
He described Ji Qingwei’s condition in detail.
Qin Yusong had heard of the Ji family’s second daughter, known for her frailty but exceptional talent, sought after by professors at Great Xia University.
Yet, no doctor had been able to cure her, not even the renowned Cai Zhongnian.
Qin Yusong felt a bit helpless but, as a doctor, he couldn’t just watch a patient suffer. So, he agreed, “Alright, I’ll try to contact.”
Yu Yao was elated, “Please do, Dr. Qin.”
A doctor as kind-hearted as Qin Yusong, who would intervene to save many, would surely not turn away from helping Ji Qingwei.
