Ye Qiu, Su Xiaoxiao, and Old Xiang were dumbfounded by Fu Yanjie’s words.
No one expected him to come out with something like that.
Absolute legend!
Ye Qiu suddenly realised Fu Yanjie was wasted as a doctor—he’d make a killer diplomat.
That negotiation skill was downright impressive.
“You jerk!”
The woman’s face turned livid, grabbing her coffee to splash it on Fu Yanjie.
“Hold up,” Fu Yanjie said solemnly, “This shirt was a gift from a friend, over ten grand. If you splash coffee on it, you’ll owe me a new one—think that’s worth it?”
She hesitated.
Splash!
She threw the coffee in his face instead, then stormed off.
Fu Yanjie stayed cool, pulling out a tissue to wipe his face while sighing, “I knew it, even women are jealous of my handsome mug, alas!”
Pfft—
Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.
Fu Yanjie turned, spotting the trio, and stood up, “Director, what are you doing here?”
“Heard you were on a blind date, came to check it out for you, but looks like you handled it yourself—nice job,” Ye Qiu grinned.
Fu Yanjie scratched his head, sheepish, “Director, sorry you had to see that.”
“Little Fatty, you’ve matured, since she treated marriage like a transaction, you played it right in kind,” Ye Qiu chuckled, “Good thing you didn’t agree, or I’d have found a way to break you two up.”
“Why’s that?” Su Xiaoxiao chimed in.
Ye Qiu explained, “That woman’s had abortions—more than once.”
What?
Even Old Xiang was shocked.
“Director, how’d you know?” Fu Yanjie asked, intrigued.
Ye Qiu smiled, “Chinese medicine relies on observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking. I used the ‘observation’ trick just now.”
“When a woman’s pregnant, hormone levels spike—red spots appear on her cheeks, skin darkens, hair gets coarser. Even after an abortion or birth, those signs linger for a while.”
“That woman had heavy makeup to cover her skin.”
He left out one detail.
When she stood, he’d peeked with his Heavenly Eye and spotted stretch marks on her waist—something only a woman who’d been pregnant would have.
Fu Yanjie marvelled, “Director, you can see all that with just your eyes? Truly a miracle doctor.”
“Director’s amazing, my idol!” Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes sparkled with admiration.
Old Xiang added, “Director’s skills are unmatched, we can’t even dream of catching up.”
“Alright, let’s eat!”
Ye Qiu led them to the Dihao Grand Hotel.
The hotel belonged to Lin Jingzhi, its private rooms tiered—Governor Hall, Prime Minister Hall…
The top-tier was the Emperor Hall.
Ye Qiu took them straight there.
The lavish decor left Fu Yanjie and the others gaping.
They were ordinary doctors—when had they ever set foot in a place this fancy?
“Holy cow, this room’s decor must cost hundreds of thousands,” Fu Yanjie gasped.
“Hundreds of thousands? Dream on,” Old Xiang pointed at a painting of galloping horses on the wall, “That’s an original Xu Beihong, worth tens of millions at least.”
What?
“And the table and chairs—real rosewood, probably a million for the set.”
Old Xiang gestured at a colourful vase in the corner, “That’s a Qianlong-era enamel vase from the Qing Dynasty, a few million easy.”
Su Xiaoxiao piped up, “I saw the bathroom faucet—it’s gold.”
Holy crap!
Fu Yanjie panicked, “Director, maybe we should switch spots, this is too extravagant, I’m scared we can’t afford it.”
Old Xiang agreed, “Yeah, Director, we’re all family here, no need to splurge, a roadside diner would do.”
“Sounds good to me,” Su Xiaoxiao nodded.
Ye Qiu laughed, “I’m hardly at the hospital, you’ve all been busting your butts, today’s about treating you right here.”
“Sit down, everyone!”
Once seated, Ye Qiu asked, “Little Fatty, didn’t you invite Sun Shengshou?”
Sun Shengshou had been helping out at the Chinese Medicine Department lately.
“I did, he was coming, but his wife called him back last minute,” Fu Yanjie replied.
Old Xiang chuckled, “Too bad, Sun Shengshou’s missing out on a feast.”
“No worries, I’ll eat his share,” Su Xiaoxiao said.
Ye Qiu glanced at her… assets—already so big, still eating, wasn’t she afraid of overdoing it?
“By the way, a friend’s joining us later, someone you all know,” Ye Qiu added.
“Who?” Fu Yanjie and the others were curious.
“She’s here,” Ye Qiu said.
They turned to the door as Bai Bing walked in.
Dressed in a blouse and pencil skirt, hair pinned up, she was stunning.
“Vice Director Bai!”
Seeing her, Old Xiang and the others jumped up to greet her.
“No need to stand, sit!” Bai Bing said, taking a seat beside Ye Qiu, “I just got back to Jiangzhou, heard Ye Qiu was treating you all, so I came.”
They started chatting casually.
After a while, Fu Yanjie said to Ye Qiu, “Director, I heard a rumour—a new dean’s coming to our hospital soon.”
“No idea if it’s a man or woman or what they look like.”
“But I think, Director, you should get to know this new dean, just in case they start giving our department a hard time.”
Ye Qiu glanced at Bai Bing and smiled, “Little Fatty, no worries, this new dean won’t hassle us.”
“Oh?” Fu Yanjie was surprised, “How’re you so sure, Director?”
Ye Qiu grinned, “Because this new dean’s an old friend.”
Old friend?
At those words, realisation hit, and all eyes turned to Bai Bing.
“Vice Director Bai, could it be…?”
Bai Bing smiled, “That’s right, I’ve transferred back from Beijing’s Xiehe Hospital to take over as Jiangzhou Hospital’s dean.”
Awesome!
Everyone was thrilled.
They knew Bai Bing and Ye Qiu were tight, with her as dean, the Chinese Medicine Department had a solid backer.
Su Xiaoxiao peeked at Bai Bing, then at Ye Qiu.
She noticed their gazes—his tender as water, hers brimming with affection.
Those two definitely had something going on.
“Bai Bing’s back, maybe my chance has come.”
A faint, chilling glint flashed in Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes, unnoticed by all.
