The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111: She hugged his waist [2 updates]

Separated by a door, but she saw everything.

Including the identity of the person outside.

The dean paused for a moment, subconsciously looking towards the girl, “Miss Ying, would you like…”

Although Ying Zijin did not deliberately conceal her identity, to the public, Shao Ren Hospital still kept it a secret.

After all, she was their boss, not an employee.

The fact that someone had looked for the dean’s office indicated that the identity of the visitor was not simple.

“It’s okay,” Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze and tapped her fingers lightly on the desk, “Let him come in.”

The dean, receiving the permission, hurriedly stood up to open the door.

To his surprise, the man standing outside was wrapped up very tightly.

It was April, yet he wore a mask and a hat, not revealing half of his face.

Only a pair of eyes were visible, a rare deep blue, vast and boundless like the ocean.

But his stature was tall and straight; even shrouded so tightly, his extraordinary temperament could not be concealed.

Profound and towering like a mountain, a refined gentleman of great depth.

The dean was taken aback again, “May I ask who you are?”

The man took off his mask, revealing his face.

With well-defined features and deep-set eyes.

A familiar handsome visage, one that could be seen everywhere in the streets.

“You, you, you, you’re that what’s-his-name, Best Actor!” The dean stared at the man for a long time, then suddenly became excited, “Your name’s Shang Yaozhi, right?”

Shang Yaozhi paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded his head, “So, you know of me.”

He was a post-95s celebrity, and his active fans were mostly students; the older generation mostly did not recognize him.

“Know of you, of course, I do,” the dean patted his thigh joyfully, “My daughter really likes you, she’s always shouting about you at home, and even dragged me to vote for you on the rankings.”

Shang Yaozhi gave a smile, displaying none of the airs of a typical celebrity, and was very gentle, “Thank you for your kind support.”

“Best Actor Shang, could you, could you, could…” The dean fumbled for paper and pen and passed them over, “Could you sign an autograph for my daughter?”

Just a few days from now, it would be his daughter’s birthday.

If he got Shang Yaozhi’s autograph, this gift of his would surely outshine his wife’s.

His daughter would undoubtedly like him even more.

Shang Yaozhi did not refuse; he even asked, “What is your daughter’s name? I will write her a special signature.”

Beaming with delight, the dean said her name.

Shang Yaozhi picked up the pen and began to write very earnestly.

The handwriting reflected the man, his calligraphy was also quite attractive.

After he finished, he handed the paper to the dean.

The dean carefully folded the autograph and put it in his pocket.

Very good, mission accomplished.

Shang Yaozhi clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed again.

His complexion was somewhat pale, not as radiant as on the advertising screens, with a faint fatigue in his eyes.

“Best Actor Shang, the divine doctor you’re looking for is Miss Ying,” the dean was quite worried, “What’s happened to you?”

“Miss Ying?” Shang Yaozhi looked at the girl, surprised by her youth.

But he did not ask any questions, only hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, “Miss Ying, if possible, I’d like to ask you—”

He had not finished speaking.

“Your vocal cords have developed a problem,” Ying Zijin twirled a pen in her hand, her voice slow and steady, neither hurried nor slow, “It started with not being able to sing, and later on, it got so severe that even speaking lines became impossible.”

“So, you had to choose to rest, turning down all tasks.”

The dean listened in confusion.

No, this wasn’t right.

Even though traditional Chinese medicine mentions the Four Diagnostic Methods, it shouldn’t be possible to know everything just by looking, right?

Shang Yaozhi’s expression gradually became more solemn, and after a long while, he sighed softly, “Miss Ying is indeed a divine doctor, everything is as you say.”

A month ago, something happened to his vocal cords suddenly, which made him unable to sing.

The movements of celebrities are constantly scrutinized, and a female star visiting a hospital can ignite rumors of pregnancy.

He, too, had gone discreetly.

But, whether it was in Shanghai City or the major hospitals in the capital, no doctor could pinpoint the root cause of his illness; they only prescribed him common throat remedies.

However, after taking them, his vocal cord condition worsened even more.

He could still talk normally, but speaking lines during a shoot, he didn’t have the strength.

For a Best Actor, this was no doubt a career interruption.

His agent was also very anxious, and as a result, had contacted doctors from abroad, though it would take some time before they arrived.

His appearance here was because he had heard a recommendation from a doctor at First Hospital and thus came to Shao Ren Hospital.

He truly did not expect to coincidentally encounter a divine doctor.

Ying Zijin gave a nod, “It’s not a big issue, but you shouldn’t have taken those medicines.”

Shang Yaozhi coughed again, smiling wryly, “I just didn’t expect it to turn out like this, can you treat it, Miss Ying?”

To protect the integrity of the medicinal materials and not reveal his identity, Fu Yunshen decided to take the bullet head-on. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

He didn’t even try to dodge.

After all, this was medicine prepared for Old Master Fu, and he was willing to exchange it for his life.

Perhaps it had been too long since he was last injured; it actually hurt quite a bit.

Fu Yunshen lifted his hand to his forehead, striving to keep conscious.

Carrying a black bag in one hand and leaning on the wall as he walked, his eyelashes drooped.

At two in the morning, and in the outskirts, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

Blood was being lost, and Fu Yunshen’s eyes began to blur.

He leaned against the wall and sat down, planning to rest for a moment.

But when he looked up, he was taken aback.

Fu Yunshen breathed slowly, his gaze more hazy, softly muttering, “I shouldn’t be dreaming, so why do I see our little friend…”

Yet the next second, he felt a surge of Strength on his arm.

Above him, a voice sounded.

“Get up, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

It was clear, dreams weren’t this real.

Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids, his gaze revealing the figure of a girl.

She was looking down at him with furrowed brows.

After a while, Fu Yunshen gave a wry smile, an air of resignation in his voice, “It really is our little friend.”

Leaning against the wall, the blood from his abdomen soaked through the gauze and continued to flow.

Ying Zijin raised her hand, and a silver needle pierced into an acupuncture point, stopping his bleeding, and then said, “Get up, to the hospital.”

Fu Yunshen gasped violently, clearly seriously injured, yet still smiling lightly, “Little friend, big brother can’t go to the hospital.”

This kind of injury was minor for him, as he had already bandaged it; he would push through.

If he went to the hospital, it would expose too many things, and might even bring lethal danger to those around him.

“Yaoyao, let big brother rest a bit,” Fu Yunshen paused before he could say a complete sentence, “I have a very strong Self-healing Ability, don’t worry.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than his body suddenly stiffened, and his long back tensed.

A cool sensation pressed against his waist.

Two words fell on his ear.

“Don’t move.”

The girl lifted her hand, wrapping it around his waist, forcefully pinning him in place.