He could never truly get angry with her.
He sat back down, asking, âWhy did you treat his hand?â
âBecause if his hand is healed, he can save more lives,â Si Fuqing explained, taking a sip of water. âItâs worth it.â
Yu Xiheng looked at her and sighed once more, âMhmm.â
Si Fuqingâs healing abilities were indeed strong; by the next day, she was already lively and bouncing around.
She then went back to filming the show.
âYouâre not well, donât play the hero,â Sang Yanqing tried to dissuade her, but to no avail. âYou donât know, you really scared us this time.â
âIâm not a hero, and Great Xia has no heroes,â Si Fuqing replied nonchalantly. âThere are only ordinary people who step up at every moment.â
Sang Yanqing was taken aback, âWhere did you hear that?â
Si Fuqing blinked, âI heard it from Marshal JIANG. He was actually quite handsome in his youth, not as rough as depicted in the history books. A handsome uncle indeed, no wonder everyone wanted to marry into the JIANG family back then.â
But in those times of war, none of the nine JIANG sons had wed.
The youngest, the ninth son, died in battle at just fifteen.
He had the potential to surpass his father, but alas, he had no future.
Such was the cruelty of history.
Sang Yanqing had not yet recovered when Si Fuqing had already donned her white coat and entered the intern room.
It took a few seconds for Sang Yanqing to catch up.
Marshal JIANG?
Grand Marshal JIANG Haiping?
How did she suddenly think about this person.
But her artistâs love for history really could secure her another variety show directed by Director Qin.
Si Fuqing had taken three days off, which naturally could not be hidden from the crew.
Director Qin was anxious, âYour agent said you suddenly fainted from low blood sugar. Are you alright now?â
His life, he would say, was saved by Si Fuqing.
During the sudden sea tornado last year, he thought he was a goner, but Si Fuqing had saved everyone.
âIâm already better,â Si Fuqing reassured him, even hopping twice for emphasis. âSorry for making you worry.â
âThatâs good to hear,â Qin Director breathed a sigh of relief. âWhen youâre not here, filming this variety show feels so bland. Only Lu Xingheng can bring a few laughs.â
Si Fuqingâs expression flattened, âAre you saying Iâm a walking punchline, Director Qin?â
âMore than that,â Director Qin chuckled, âYouâre the king of punchlines! Youâre a genius. You wouldnât believe how badly the interns have been scolded these past few days.â
Si Fuqing headed to the intern room.
As she entered, everyone looked up.
Wu Wanyingâs expression was mocking.
A big star is still a big star; she takes leave whenever she pleases.
A few minutes later, Qin Yusong entered.
âYou few donât need to intern today, thereâs an international seminar,â Qin Yusong announced as he walked over. âWei Chengyun, Lu Xingheng, two postdocs, and Si Fuqing, come with me to the international seminar.â
The group left.
Chen Wenxin was incredulous, âHas Teacher Qin lost his mind? Why choose Si Fuqing?â
Si Fuqing was a celebrity, and she hadnât participated in the variety show for three days!
Bai Jinxi responded, âShe has privileges; itâs not the first day weâve known this.â
Wu Wanying pursed her lips.
How could the show continue to be filmed with such unfairness?
Todayâs international seminar was crucial.
Doctors from the Western Continent had come for the conference, inviting Qin Yusong and other chief physicians.
âYusong, you donât need to operate,â one chief physician said, âJust handle the theory.â
Qin Yusongâs hand had long been ruined. How could he participate in such a critical event?
Wouldnât that be like sending a lamb to the slaughter, presenting a flawed performance right before the Western Continent?
If Qin Yusongâs hand trembled even slightly during the surgery, it could result in a fatal error.