Chapter 89 - 89 89 Did she make it up herself
Chapter 89 - 89 89 Did she make it up herself
?Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Did she make it up herself? Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Did she make it up herself? Ye Chuyi was stunned. “What did you say? Doctor Anxin?”
“Yes, it’s the same Doctor Anxin who performed the surgery on me before, she has now come to Qi Hospital.”
Ye Chuyi blurted out, “Impossible, Doctor Anxin…”
Wen Nianyou suddenly interrupted her, “Chuyi, what exactly are you trying to do here today? It’s perfectly normal for Doctor Anxin to come to Brother Yunfan’s family hospital to consult. I’ve already called to confirm it. Why are you saying it’s impossible? Could it be that you know Doctor Anxin?”
Ye Chuyi took a deep breath, no longer prepared to hide her identity. “I don’t just know her, I am An…”
“Pfft, who are you? You’re just a cleaner. With your status, you’re simply not qualified to know Doctor Anxin.”
Wen Nianyou, growing impatient, pushed her towards the door. “Stop causing trouble here. My mother is already not feeling well. Are you trying to make her sickness worse? Hasn’t my mother been kind enough to you? How can you bite the hand that feeds you like this?”
Lin Yueqin also pushed her, “Exactly, you’re such bad luck. Everything was fine until you showed up and made a mess of it all. You can’t help with anything and only add to the chaos! Get out now, Madam needs to rest!”
Both of them pushed Ye Chuyi out forcibly, and Lin Yueqin even took the opportunity to grasp Ye Chuyi’s hand violently, leaving several bloody scratches on the back of her hand.
Ye Chuyi, holding a coconut, was pushed outside the door.
The door slammed shut, cutting off the sight of Lady Wen’s pale and gentle face.
Ye Chuyi looked down, not at the injured hand, but at the coconut in her hand.
Perhaps, both in her childhood and now, Lady Wen gave her coconuts as a casual gesture, yet to her, it represented the warmest and most colorful stroke in her dull and dark life.
She couldn’t just ignore Lady Wen’s plight.
She had to save her.
“Chuyi? Did you come to visit Lady Wen?”
A gentle and soft voice rang out, interrupting Ye Chuyi’s thoughts.
She turned around and saw the kind face of Qi Yunfan.
He didn’t seem to care about the past conflicts, and when he saw her again, he still looked concerned. “How have you been doing lately? You seem to have lost weight. Don’t work too hard, take good care of yourself, okay?”
But Ye Chuyi’s expression was cold, and her voice was icy. “Does your hospital have a doctor who can perform surgery to remove a meningioma for Lady Wen?”
Qi Yunfan was taken aback by her frosty response to his warm concern, but he still smiled gently. “Yes, we do.”
“Who?”
“Doctor Anxin.”
Qi Yunfan, seemingly afraid she wouldn’t know, explained rather proudly. “Doctor Anxin is the granddaughter of the medical giant An Huadong and is also the youngest and most outstanding doctor in the field of oncology. She has inherited An Huadong’s mantle and is now very famous. Her surgeries are booked up to a year in advance, and without some solid connections, it’s practically impossible to even get an appointment with her.”
Ye Chuyi responded indifferently, “Is that so?”
“Of course!”
Qi Yunfan’s voice carried a hint of excitement. “Youyou has a very good relationship with Doctor Anxin. You might not know this, but Youyou once saved Doctor Anxin’s life!”
Ye Chuyi frowned, “What?”
“It’s true, Youyou told me herself.”
“She probably made it up herself, right?”
“Impossible, Youyou isn’t that kind of person. She said that Doctor Anxin agreed to perform the surgery for Lady Wen because she was grateful for Youyou’s lifesaving favor.”
“Wen Nianyou didn’t save Doctor Anxin’s life.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
“Chuyi, be honest, are you a bit jealous of Youyou? She always speaks well of you in front of me, but you’ve never said anything good about her.”
“That’s because she genuinely doesn’t have a single good trait. Even if I wanted to praise her, I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“You—”
Qi Yunfan shook his head. “If you didn’t have such a pretty face, I would really think you were a mean person.”
As he was speaking, the door to the ward suddenly opened.
Wen Nianyou walked out. “Brother Yunfan, I thought that sounded like your voice, and sure enough, it’s you. Why didn’t you come in? My parents have been waiting for you!”
As she spoke, she flauntedly clasped Qi Yunfan’s arm and said to Ye Chuyi, “Chuyi, you couldn’t still have a secret crush on Brother Yunfan, could you?”