Yue Kai gave her a complicated look, quickly wiping the tears from his face.
It seemed he had flipped some remarkable switch on Mingxi, and he wasn’t sure if this switch could ever be turned off again.
After Yue Kai left, the relaxed expression gradually faded from Mingxi’s face. She was genuinely worried about him – even transmigrators were ordinary people who could die.
Mingxi took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart.
Worrying was useless anyway. Since Yue Kai had chosen this profession himself, it meant he was mentally prepared for it.
After a night’s sleep, Mingxi’s mood had returned to normal. As the old saying goes, the wicked live for a thousand years – that demon Yue Kai must have his own survival skills.
At the hospital, Mingxi had only been seeing patients for a few minutes when Tu Xiaoli arrived with a man.
“Doctor Ming, this is my husband Wang Jun,” said Tu Xiaoli, still wearing her headscarf but in much better spirits than before.
“Hello, Doctor Ming. Captain Yue asked me to come identify someone. Thank you for treating my wife – the scars on her face have really faded,” Wang Jun smiled sincerely, his eyes filled with excitement, clearly genuinely happy.
Mingxi smiled and examined Tu Xiaoli’s face. The scars had indeed lightened somewhat: “The recovery is going very well. I’ll give you two more bottles of yao gao later. Remember to strictly avoid certain foods and keep the scars out of sunlight.”
She hadn’t expected to see results so quickly – it might be due to individual constitution differences affecting how quickly scars fade.
Tu Xiaoli nodded excitedly: “Okay, thank you, Doctor Ming.”
Wang Jun took out a thermos of chicken soup from the basket he was carrying: “Captain Yue gave this to me before he left this morning. Doctor Ming, if you ever need anything in the future, please don’t hesitate to ask me. Don’t stand on ceremony.”
“Captain Yue is my superior and saved my life once. You’re also our family’s benefactor. Anything within my capability, I’ll never refuse.”
Mingxi truly hadn’t expected Yue Kai to still have time to make chicken soup. The man was about to go on a mission and didn’t even know to rest properly.
Mingxi accepted the chicken soup, then went to the medicine cabinet in the back and took out several patches of medicinal plaster, handing them to Wang Jun.
“Don’t worry, I won’t stand on ceremony. I notice your movements are somewhat stiff – take these, you can use them for muscle strains.”
Wang Jun’s eyes widened as he took the plasters: “Doctor Ming, how did you know I have muscle strains?”
Mingxi looked at his arm: “It’s quite obvious. Since you’re uncomfortable, you shouldn’t be carrying heavy things. Make sure to rest these next few days.”
The couple truly thought Mingxi was miraculous – such a young yet skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor was something they’d never seen before.
Even as they left, they kept praising Mingxi, who became somewhat embarrassed by their compliments.
Turning around, Mingxi saw a long line of patients.
Everyone was looking at her without speaking, making Mingxi feel somewhat awkward: “Alright, who’s the next patient?”
Instantly, the crowd erupted.
“Doctor Ming, can you really make scars fade?”
“Doctor Ming, can you do something about this scar on my body?”
“Doctor Ming, I want that medicinal plaster too. I haven’t been feeling comfortable these past couple days – probably that muscle strain thing you mentioned.”
Doctor Liao and Doctor Xu hurried over to maintain order, while Mingxi shouted at the top of her lungs, urging everyone to quiet down and form a proper queue.
News of Mingxi’s ability to remove scars had spread, drawing more and more people to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Pharmacy, especially young women concerned about their appearance.
Even Ma Dalan, who always spoke ill of Mingxi, came sneaking over.
When it was her turn in line, Mingxi showed no hesitation, but Ma Dalan herself felt awkward.
Mingxi treated everyone equally, except for those who had gone too far. Although Ma Dalan had a sharp tongue, her younger sister Ma Lanlan was quite decent.
Old Qi knew that Yue Kai was going on a mission today, so he specifically came to check on Mingxi. He was astonished to see so many patients gathered around her.
Doctor Liao and Doctor Xu were now fully assisting Mingxi—there was no other choice, as everyone was coming specifically for Mingxi’s reputation.
Seeing the overwhelming number of patients, Old Qi had no choice but to leave, hoping he might see Mingxi at noon.
Mingxi was truly swamped with work. Some scars were particularly difficult to treat, especially burn scars.
There wasn’t enough yao gao (medicinal cream) prepared, and many people came just to cause trouble.
Lin Jianguo also heard about what was happening with Mingxi and felt somewhat dazed.
Mingxi was becoming more and more skilled, and her reputation was growing rapidly. None of the other doctors in traditional Chinese medicine could match her fame now.
He used to think Zhao Qingling was cultured and reasonable, but now she had become petty.
She had been going on about some pastries since yesterday—were they really such a big deal?
What he didn’t understand was that Zhao Qingling wasn’t actually concerned about the pastries themselves, but about the attitudes of Liu Cuihua and Lin Hongmei.
Liu Cuihua and Lin Hongmei were wandering around when they overheard people praising Mingxi’s abilities. They sneered in disbelief.
“How impressive could she be? It’s all definitely a scam,” Lin Hongmei said, happily munching on the pastries she had taken from Zhao Qingling the day before.
City pastries were truly delicious—she had never tasted anything so good.
While eating the pastries, Liu Cuihua searched for Zhao Qingling.
They wanted to stay in the city. That little wench Mingxi had completely spread her wings—staying with her was probably not feasible, and their son disagreed with them staying too. So, they hoped to seek Zhao Qingling’s help.
As the daughter of a hospital leader, and given that her parents and even grandparents were influential, arranging for them to stay should be simple.
Moreover, Liu Cuihua could tell that this leader’s daughter had feelings for Jianguo. Otherwise, why would a young lady of her status actively seek them out and bring them pastries?
Zhao Qingling was currently at home, feeling heartbroken. Seeing his daughter so upset, Director Zhao’s impression of Liu Cuihua and her daughter hit rock bottom.
Lin Jianguo might be capable, but his mother and sister would drag him down. With such family members, any woman marrying into that family would surely suffer.
Mingxi was a prime example. Over time, Director Zhao had come to realize that Mingxi wasn’t just for show—she was genuinely skilled. Even such a capable woman had been bullied by them for two years. His daughter, raised with love and care, would stand no chance against them.
“From now on, stay away from Lin Jianguo’s family. If Lin Jianguo wants to marry you, he must first sort out his family situation. Otherwise, don’t even think about it!”
When Zhao Qingling heard Director Zhao say this, her heart immediately panicked: “Dad, he is who he is, and his family background isn’t something he could choose.”
Director Zhao looked at his daughter with exasperation, as if disappointed that she lacked ambition: “He may not be able to choose his family, but he can choose to discipline his own family members.”
Lin Jianguo was the only man in their family and the only promising one. As long as he could be firm and ruthless enough in his discipline, there was no one he couldn’t control.