Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss

Chapter 638: Chapter 612: Qian Zong and Bad Water

Professor Liu glared at Xiao Qian, “Hurry up!”

“Still uncomfortable…”

“If you cure this patient, I will send someone to the radio station to cover your shift for three days.”

“My one case is only worth three days, and it’s an annoying patient’s family member, oh, no, two annoying patient’s family members.”

Xiao Qian glanced at Lu Zhi, then at Ye Xiaoyu, feeling like her whole body and head were going to hurt if she had that many heads.

“Seven days! Not a day more!” Professor Liu realized that her favorite student didn’t want to treat the patient just because Steel Cannon was too cunning and trying to get a better deal.

“I won’t suffer the indignity unless it’s ten days!” Xiao Qian bargained.

Professor Liu raised her hand, “I’m gonna slap you!”

“Fine, seven days, but you have to exclude holidays!” Xiao Qian knew when to quit.

She touched Weiwei’s unconscious face, then looked at the unmade-up Ye Xiaoyu, “Let’s go.”

Ye Xiaoyu witnessed the interaction between Xiao Qian and Professor Liu, finding it hard to believe that Meiwei was like this in private, let alone the affection Professor Liu had for Xiao Qian.

Having dealt with Professor Liu, the old lady left a very rigid impression on Ye Xiaoyu, emanating an academic authority that made one admire from afar.

But this solemn old lady was actually like family to Xiao Qian.

As they went downstairs, Ye Xiaoyu looked at Xiao Qian questioningly.

“You don’t want to keep working at the radio station?”

“Only someone like you would think that job is good.” Xiao Qian wished her internship would end soon.

It would be nice to be a freelancer, not having to go to bed so late, and earning a meager salary. If she didn’t do this, she could earn lots of money by advising rich women on their marriages and relationships.

She had a wedding to plan and lots of things to buy, and she was used to a luxurious lifestyle. All these things cost money.

Thinking about having to stay at the radio station for a while, Xiao Qian imagined heaps of banknotes flying away and felt heartbroken.

“I thought you—” Ye Xiaoyu paused.

“Thought I wanted to steal your position as the radio’s top host? Haha, sorry, this low salary isn’t even enough for me to buy a bag, not interested.” Xiao Qian bluntly said.

“What on earth did Yu Minglang see in you? All you care about is money, you’re so vulgar!”

“Yeah, you’re not vulgar? Why did you go after the son of the wealthiest man if you don’t like him? You’re just after his money. I love money because I earn it myself. What about you? However, I must admit you have skills, turning your made-up beauty into money. You’re quite impressive – I just don’t know if Li Jia has seen you without makeup?”

“You!”

“I bet he hasn’t. Otherwise, would he feel deceived? It’s natural for men to like beautiful women, after all, they want to reproduce with attractive offspring. But tell me, do you think using makeup techniques to turn your small, single-lidded eyes into big, double-lidded ones counts as deceiving the consumer?”

“I have double eyelids!” Ye Xiaoyu protested, and then added a guilty sentence in the face of Xiao Qian’s contempt.

“Hidden double eyelids!””Pfft!” Xiao Qian tried to hold back her laughter, but she failed to do so.

Ye Xiaoyu got upset, “Don’t talk about me, talk about my sister!”

Both of them had reached the toll booth, and Ye Xiaoyu started to pay. While waiting for the receipt, she asked Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian tried to suppress her laughter and spoke seriously, “Right now, we suspect that your sister might have depression, but whether it’s actually the case or not, we still need to wait for her to wake up for a definite diagnosis.”

“How is that possible? She loves to laugh.”

“Patients with depression are not like what everyone thinks – shedding tears and looking miserable all day long. In fact, many patients with depression struggle to blend into normal society and force themselves to act normal.”

“Meiwei, have you received too many emotional hotline calls and now think that everyone looks like they have a mental illness?” Ye Xiaoyu’s words were a bit impolite because she was concerned about her sister.

Xiao Qian faced the accusation without any emotional fluctuations. Like emergency room doctors, she had heard similar reactions from many patients’ families, who were unwilling to believe that their loved ones had mental illnesses.

“You’re mistaken. Ninety percent of those who can talk about their feelings over the phone do not have mental illnesses. And even among those who do, it’s not depression, because people with depression are unwilling to confide in others. They feel oppressed, but they don’t want to tell anyone about it.”

“I don’t understand. My sister is not an introverted child. How could she get so upset that she would have depression-”

“It’s not just being upset. You don’t understand the suffering of a depressed patient. In their world, everything they see turns gray, and even their family’s joy and tears can’t reach their heart. They can’t feel the meaning of living. A feeling of despair emerges from the bottom of their heart, and there might even be a voice telling them, ‘What’s the point of living? Just die…'”

“You’re scaring me…” Ye Xiaoyu’s hands trembled, and the receipt and change scattered onto the floor.

“In the eyes of ordinary people, depression is sadness, like the feeling of breaking up or losing a beloved pet. But the pain of depression patients is not that simple. Inside them is like a huge black hole that devours all their energy to live. They can’t feel joy or sadness, and they can’t even feel love.”

Xiao Qian bent down to help her pick up the coins.

“Is it because you hate me that you’re scaring me about my sister? You’re like that!” At some point, Ye Xiaoyu started to cry, venting all her emotions.

Too much had happened that day: her healthy sister just attempted suicide the moment before, and the Meiwei she disliked the most was now using a professional tone to describe something horrifying.

Depression, such a “trendy” disease—how could her sister get it?

“Ye Xiaoyu, I’m a doctor. No matter how much I dislike you, I’ll adhere to my professional ethics as a doctor. I won’t use a patient’s condition to strike back.”

“But why do you have to deal with Weiwei? Don’t you hate me? Are you trying to harm Weiwei?”

“First of all, when I met her, I didn’t know she was your sister. Secondly, if it weren’t for her name being similar to mine—”

Her name was similar to Xiao Wei’s, and she was about a daughter’s age. Xiao Qian took the case very seriously, especially when she was answering the child’s call, it felt like she was listening to her daughter’s voice, a hallucination Xiao Qian had been longing for.

“Similar to what?”

“It’s nothing. If you don’t trust me to treat Weiwei, you can find my teacher. My teacher is like the ultimate goddess of mercy who will surely take a case related to children.”

Since Weiwei was Ye Xiaoyu’s sister and Ye Xiaoyu didn’t like her, Xiao Qian didn’t want to push herself onto them. Treatment by her teacher was just as good, if not better.

“Won’t she refuse to treat Weiwei? Li Jia’s family offered her hundreds of thousands, and she still refused.”

“Do you vulgar people only have money in your eyes? My teacher might not treat Li Jia, but that doesn’t mean she won’t treat Weiwei. If you don’t believe me, shall we bet on it?” Xiao Qian’s eyes shifted, and a mischievous idea popped into her head.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om