Chapter 127: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 127: The Child's Analysis is Correct
The veins on the back of the man's hand were clearly visible, and his cold white fingers had no warmth, just like him—cold and distant.
Yan Zhixu leaned forward, her hands clasped together, supporting her chin on them, looking very much like she was listening intently.
Fu Shimo pulled the medical records he had placed earlier and handed them to her.
Opening it, the thick stack of records all belonged to the old man.
Since his hospitalization and treatment, there had been detailed records for every day.
His handwriting was unlike many doctors' scribbled notes; it was elegant and graceful.
Yan Zhixu lowered her head, carefully flipping through the hospitalization files on the table. Her eyes were cold and clear, occasionally flashing with seriousness.
She scanned the records quickly, reading with great speed, getting a general understanding of the old man's condition.
Closing the files with a faint sound, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her fingers and resting them behind her head as if laying it on a pillow.
Her attitude was casual, almost lazy, but the solemn and cold gleam in her eyes made it clear that she wasn’t indifferent to the old man’s condition.
Yan Zhixu spoke with certainty, “Hepatocyte necrosis.”
Although Director Fu hadn’t written the diagnosis in the records, she had been through countless worlds and had worked as a doctor before. Her medical skills weren’t world-class, but they were far from mediocre.
She could understand the medical terms, the specialized words, and the description of the disease in the records.
“Correct.” Fu Shimo lightly tapped the desk.
He took a pen from the pen holder, without any unnecessary flourishes, unscrewed the cap, and with extreme precision, circled the key parts on the medical records.
“Old Master Yan was diagnosed with acute liver failure as soon as he entered Jiuan Hospital.”
“In the year or so since, his bilirubin levels have risen significantly, with too many necrotic cells, leaving the liver with very little function.”
“After prolonged treatment, Old Master Yan’s condition has improved from severe acute liver failure to moderate cellular necrosis.”
His gaze was focused, and with a pen in hand, he pointed at the highlighted sections of the records.
Under his glasses, his eyes were serious and intent, looking like a young professor lecturing his students. Beneath his clothes, there was an aura of restraint.
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Yan Zhixu took the records from his hand and propped her head up with one hand.
Tilting her head lazily, she spoke with casual ease, “Acute liver failure turning into moderate cellular necrosis. After more treatment, if bilirubin drops, transaminases disappear, and the moderate cellular necrosis turns into a common condition, bilirubin won’t rise again. At that point, liver protection and transaminase-lowering drugs will quickly lead to a full recovery.”
A star and a doctor, from two completely different fields, yet there was no communication barrier whatsoever.
“The child’s analysis is very correct.”
After hearing her words, there was no surprise in Fu Shimo’s eyes. It seemed as though her knowledge didn’t surprise him at all.
A few traces of admiration appeared in his deep, mysterious eyes, but they quickly disappeared, so fast that it was hard to catch.
“Tsk.”
Seeing his gaze still calm as usual, Yan Zhixu released her hand from her head and lazily stood up from her seat.
She placed both hands on the desk, slightly bending her waist and leaning forward, closing the distance between them instantly.
Yan Zhixu’s demeanor was brimming with a rebellious air, and she let out a light chuckle as she spoke, “Director Fu, since I analyzed it correctly, I wonder if there’s any reward?”
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 128: Learn to Fight for Yourself
Although she was asking for something, there was no trace of coquettishness on her face, only a teasing glint in her eyes, as if she were deliberately toying with him.
One was seated, the other standing, and neither of them was in a position of submission.
The posture was inexplicably a bit ambiguous, yet the atmosphere between them remained clear and cold, not at all romantic.
Fu Shimo's hand, resting on the desk, barely clenched, with no excess flesh, and his fingers, thin and long, moved slightly.
"Oh? What reward does the little one want? Tell me, let's hear it."
After speaking, he leaned back, reclining in the black swivel chair behind the desk.
His posture was casual and scholarly, exuding immense attraction.
Especially with the white lab coat he was wearing, it was as if he was performing a seductive uniform act, making it feel as though one was unknowingly drawn into temptation.
Yan Zhixu's eyes greedily fixed on his flawless hands.
Her gaze was intense, like a burning fire.
Her tone was calm, "Nothing much, I just want to touch them."
Upon hearing her words, Fu Shimo let out a low, raspy laugh.
A flash of something sharp appeared in his eyes before it quickly vanished.
"Little one, if you want something, you need to learn to fight for it."
His voice carried an endless allure, like a sea siren drawing one into a trap.
Yan Zhixu nodded in agreement with his words, her lips curling into a smile, "You're right, well said."
No matter how many times she looked at his hands, they still held the same irresistible allure.
Tsk, they were so perfect that one couldn’t help but want to possess them.
She didn’t reach out immediately, and the two maintained their stance.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a gentle golden light on them.
Their eyes met, the atmosphere natural, yet it felt as if they were subtly at odds.
There was a sense of tension, as if they were on equal footing, locked in a quiet confrontation.
“Click—”
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the carefully built atmosphere dissipated in an instant.
The person standing in the doorway looked at the two of them and froze, eyes wide with shock.
Sheng Jinyun felt a chill down his spine, his back cold with sweat, and his heart raced in panic.
"Sorry, you can just pretend I’m not here. Continue, continue..."
His thoughts were a mess. Did he just accidentally ruin something between his aunt and his boss, who also happened to be his brother?
He backed away, intending to leave the office and kindly close the door behind him.
Yan Zhixu gave a regretful glance at those hands before retracting her own and straightening up.
Turning around, she glanced toward the door, "What’s the hurry?"
Sheng Jinyun: "..."
Under her gaze, his smile became extremely awkward.
Was Auntie stopping him from leaving? Was she planning on getting back at him?
She took a few steps toward the door and then stopped, "Let’s go."
Sheng Jinyun, looking embarrassed, glanced at Fu Shimo, whose expression was as calm as water. He began to doubt if he had misinterpreted the situation.
It didn’t seem like Auntie was flirting with the boss after all.
Fearing that he would lose his wages if he stayed too long, he hesitated before finally leaving the office and hurriedly followed her.
In the hallway.
After walking a few steps, Yan Zhixu suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at the person behind her.
Her expression was neutral, showing no sign of anger or happiness, "By the way, I forgot to ask for the payment for helping you with the peach blossom curse earlier."
"Considering our acquaintance, I’ll give you a discount—20,000 is enough."
"Cash or bank transfer, WeChat or Alipay? Just transfer it to me."
She rattled off her demands without giving him a moment to respond or protest.
Sheng Jinyun: "..."
He was sure that his aunt was doing this on purpose.
But he couldn’t refute it. After all, she had indeed dealt with the peach blossom curse.
He had no words to argue, and paying for services rendered was just common sense.
(End of Chapter)
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