Two and a half hours later.
The plane landed at Jiangzhou Airport.
As Ye Qiu exited the airport, Xiao Zhan was already waiting for him.
“Boss, where to?”
“Jiangzhou Hospital.”
Xiao Zhan drove straight to Jiangzhou Hospital.
On the way.
Xiao Zhan stole a glance at Ye Qiu, noticing that from the moment they met, Ye Qiu’s expression was grim.
After a moment’s hesitation.
Xiao Zhan said, “Boss, Dragon Gate launched an attack on the Witch God Sect’s headquarters, but something went wrong in Miaojiang. Han Long took five hundred men from Jiangzhou to provide support.”
Ye Qiu said, “I’m already aware of this. Any recent developments in Jiangzhou?”
Xiao Zhan replied, “Everything in Jiangzhou is normal.”
Ye Qiu instructed Xiao Zhan, “You need to be on high alert lately. Keep a close eye on Jiangzhou. If anything happens, you have my permission to act first and report later.”
Xiao Zhan was startled and asked, “Is it about Dragon Gate…?”
“Ninth Thousand Years died in Miaojiang.”
At Ye Qiu’s words, Xiao Zhan’s face showed shock.
“With the situation unstable, Jiangzhou must not fall into chaos,” Ye Qiu continued, “I’m heading to Miaojiang soon. If anything happens in Jiangzhou, you can make decisions on your own without consulting me.”
“Remember, whether it’s the Witch God Sect or Dragon Gate disciples, if anyone dares to cause trouble in Jiangzhou, eliminate them completely, no mercy.”
“If you encounter something tricky and can’t decide, consult Dragon King or Zhao Yun. They’re our people, trustworthy.”
“And watch your own safety.”
“Yes,” Xiao Zhan nodded firmly.
“Drive faster,” Ye Qiu urged.
Xiao Zhan floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow.
Thirty minutes later.
The car stopped at the entrance of Jiangzhou Hospital.
“Wait here. I need to stop by home later,” Ye Qiu said to Xiao Zhan before hurrying into the hospital.
It had been a long time since Ye Qiu last visited the hospital. As he entered the lobby, the nurses at the reception desk greeted him with smiles, each one as excited as a cat in heat.
“Dr. Ye is so handsome~”
“Dr. Ye, it’s been ages since we saw you! Where have you been?”
“Dr. Ye, congratulations on becoming China’s youngest Medical Saint!”
“Dr. Ye, when are you treating us?”
Ye Qiu’s face remained expressionless, ignoring the nurses, and headed straight for the elevator.
The nurses were disappointed.
“Why didn’t Dr. Ye acknowledge us?”
“Judging by his expression, something must have happened.”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen Dr. Ye look so upset since he started here.”
“What kind of trouble could Dr. Ye be in?”
“Let me tell you a secret,” one nurse said mysteriously.
Instantly, everyone perked up.
“What secret?”
“The secret is, Dr. Ye looks even hotter when he’s all cold and brooding, like my dream prince. I’d love for him to pin me against the wall…”
“Dream on! Dr. Ye’s mine, and no one’s taking him from me.”
“Pfft, you’ve had ten boyfriends already. Dr. Ye’s pure as jade—do you even deserve him?”
“…”
Ye Qiu went straight to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department.
Upon entering, he saw Old Xiang, Fu Yanjie, and Su Xiaoxiao attending to patients.
“Su Xiaoxiao!” Ye Qiu called out.
Instantly, all eyes turned to the doorway.
“Director Ye!” Old Xiang stood up, greeting Ye Qiu warmly, “Director, when did you get back?”
Fu Yanjie chimed in, “Director, perfect timing! Ever since you became Medical Saint, the department’s been swamped with patients. We’re exhausted…”
Before Fu Yanjie could finish, Ye Qiu said, “Su Xiaoxiao, come to my office.”
With that, he turned and left.
Su Xiaoxiao immediately dropped what she was doing and followed him out.
Old Xiang and Fu Yanjie exchanged a glance, both sensing something off about Ye Qiu today. Normally, he’d greet them, but today he ignored them.
“Old Xiang, the director’s acting strange today,” Fu Yanjie said.
Old Xiang nodded, “Yeah, something’s not right.”
“Old Xiang, why do you think he called Xiaoxiao in alone? Did she do something wrong?”
“Xiaoxiao’s been treating patients here the whole time. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”
“Then why did he call her in?”
“Don’t pry into the director’s business. Keep treating patients!”
…
*Knock knock!*
Su Xiaoxiao stood outside the director’s office and gently knocked.
“Come in,” Ye Qiu said coldly.
Su Xiaoxiao entered, seeing Ye Qiu’s cold expression, and asked nervously, “Director, you wanted to see me?”
“Close the door,” Ye Qiu said.
Su Xiaoxiao shut the door. When she turned around, she jumped in fright—Ye Qiu had silently moved right in front of her.
Their faces were almost touching.
She could even feel his breath.
A blush spread across Su Xiaoxiao’s fair face as she shyly asked, “Director, what are you doing?”
Ye Qiu said, “Tell me, what’s your role in the Witch God Sect?”
A flicker of shock passed through Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes, barely noticeable, before she replied with a puzzled look, “Director, what’s the Witch God Sect?”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Ye Qiu said coldly, “Su Xiaoxiao, I advise you to tell the truth.”
Su Xiaoxiao maintained her confused expression, “Director, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
*Crack!*
Ye Qiu suddenly lunged, grabbing Su Xiaoxiao’s throat and lifting her off the ground.
“Su Xiaoxiao, I don’t have time for games. Tell me, what’s your role in the Witch God Sect?”
Su Xiaoxiao struggled to breathe, gasping, “Director, I really… don’t understand…”
*Crack!*
Ye Qiu tightened his grip, and instantly, Su Xiaoxiao’s face turned pale, shrouded in the shadow of death.
“Director… are you going to kill me?”
“I… I really don’t know what I did wrong.”
“Director, if you’re going to kill me, can you at least… let me die knowing why?”
Ye Qiu radiated overwhelming killing intent, saying coldly, “Su Xiaoxiao, stop pretending. From the moment you joined the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, I knew you were with the Witch God Sect.”
“If I’m not mistaken, your purpose for working at Jiangzhou Hospital was to get close to me and find a chance to kill me, wasn’t it?”
Su Xiaoxiao’s large, innocent eyes were filled with confusion, and she shook her head like a rattle, saying, “Director, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything about the Witch God Sect…”
“Enough!”
Ye Qiu roughly cut her off, saying impatiently, “Stop acting in front of me, Saintess of the Witch God Sect!”
