Chapter 37: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

   Chapter 37: When to Perform Brain Surgery

Jiu’an Hospital, VIP Ward.

“Old Master, your condition has stabilized, but you still need to be cautious and rest properly.”

Stabilized, not cured.

The man speaking had a deep, raspy voice, like a fine-aged wine—rich and intoxicating, leaving a lingering aroma.

The elderly man with graying hair straightened his posture and gazed at the man before him with a mysterious smile. “Little Fu, I have something to tell you.”

Yan Shilin looked at Fu Shimo, nodding repeatedly. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, his joy almost spilling over.

So young yet already the director of the hospital, a leading authority in the medical field, with outstanding looks and a brilliant mind to match.

Yan Shilin pulled out his phone, showing a photo, and spoke in a coaxing tone reminiscent of a wolf luring a rabbit, “Little Fu, how about I introduce my granddaughter to you?”

Fu Shimo stood with one hand in the pocket of his white coat, his expression as calm and steady as ever, unperturbed.

Just as he was about to refuse, his eyes caught sight of the girl on the screen, and he paused for a few seconds.

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In the photo, the girl appeared slightly youthful, but her demeanor exuded an innate strength—a mix of cold sharpness, laziness, and rebelliousness, like a wild wolf.

This version of her was completely different from the one in the news or on television.

It was as if she were two entirely separate people.

Seeing that Fu Shimo didn’t immediately decline, Yan Shilin straightened his back with pride, his resolve to matchmake them growing stronger. He began extolling his granddaughter’s virtues non-stop, like a running tap.

After praising her for a while, Yan Shilin’s enthusiasm deflated slightly. His hand holding the phone drooped onto the bed, and he sighed.

“My Ah Xu is excellent in every way, except for her brain—it’s a bit slow.”

“Little Fu, you’re a top-tier doctor, a genius in the medical field. When do you think you’d have time to perform a craniotomy on her?”

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud click.

The ward door swung open.

Yan Zhixu walked in just in time to catch every word.

Removing her mask, she leaned against the wall with the thermal container in hand. One leg casually crossed over the other, swinging lazily like a street thug.

Her gaze landed on Yan Shilin, and she raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing. “You’re looking pretty lively.”

Yan Shilin rolled his eyes and huffed, “Stand up straight! If people didn’t know you’re a celebrity, they’d think you were some kind of hooligan.”

Yan Zhixu didn’t bother arguing; she wasn’t in the mood for a verbal sparring match.

Walking over to the bed, she opened the thermal container, and the room instantly filled with the rich aroma of porridge.

Just as she was about to feed him, Yan Shilin waved her off impatiently. “I’m sick, not disabled. I’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

“Go away. Just looking at you irritates me.”

With that, he turned away, scooped out a bowl of porridge from the container, and began eating on his own.

Unceremoniously kicked out of the ward, Yan Zhixu stood by the door, eyeing the man before her.

Oh, it was someone familiar—a one-time acquaintance, in fact.

Behind his glasses, Fu Shimo’s eyes were deep and unreadable, giving no hint of his thoughts.

He stared at her for a long moment before his lips curved into a faint smile. “Little one, do you think this is destiny? We meet again.”

The smile was subtle, but his charm was undeniable.

Normally cool and reserved with an air of abstinence, his faint smile now carried a seductive allure, utterly captivating.

(End of Chapter) 

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