Qin Xin stepped out the door amidst the enthusiastic acclaim of the parents.
"Little Qingxin, watch your step on the stairs, take it easy."
"Little Qingxin, my family has Ejiao. I'll bring you some tomorrow to improve blood circulation..."
"My family has deer antler!"
Because her aura was so cold, the parents only dared to offer their care from a distance of at least a meter.
So the scene appeared rather peculiar—a slender and aloof girl casually walked in front, while a group of adults bent in respectful deference followed behind, just like little eunuchs attending to a princess's outing.
Secretary Lu watched eagerly as Qin Xin walked away, without any chance to approach her for a conversation.
Naturally, the business card he held, which could facilitate her transfer through special procedures, had no opportunity to be put to use.
After a long daze, he finally dialed Nalan Ye Jue in puzzlement, reporting: "Sir, it seems the young lady's mind has been somewhat scrambled..."
After all, given Lan Qingxin's intelligence, it was impossible for her to have the ability to set such a trap for someone.
==
Beside the stairs.
Mrs. Yao stood in the dim corner, her face flushed with purplish hue that took a long time to fade.
Earlier, due to pressure, she had to transfer 400,000 to Lan Qingxin on the spot.
Otherwise, her son Yao Dazhuang would face the prospect of being expelled today.
All because of Lan Qingxin.
She stared intently at the distant, aloof figure.
"Ugly freak, taking money from the Yao Family isn't easy!"
"What good is a sharp tongue? We can't deal with you in school..."
"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson in society!"
==
In the hospital room.
Xiangxiang looked at Qin Xin with admiration.
Anyone who can get into Imperial University is not an ordinary student.
And the parents of those students, one by one, are even less ordinary.
She always meticulously adhered to the teachings of the Nalan Family's chief steward, constantly reminding and protecting the young lady not to cause trouble, not to expose her identity, not to provoke public opinion.
After all, the young lady was an auditing student who bought her way in, an illegitimate position.
Yet today, the young lady not only caused a big hassle but smoothly and beautifully crushed it.
Young Master Jue would certainly be pleased to know.
She busily cleaned around Qin Xin's hospital bed, occasionally dusting off, sometimes pouring hot water, sometimes wiping the flower pot, her joy unmistakable in her eyes, though her mouth several times seemed about to speak but stopped.
Qin Xin, feeling rather bored, held up a small mirror.
Studying the piece of dark green birthmark on her face.
If it were a natural birthmark, that would be simple.
She had plenty of beauty remedies at hand, easily removing spots and birthmarks.
Yet, unfortunately...
This large area of ugly dark green in the birthmark was not natural.
This was a typical symptom of chronic heavy metal poisoning... but hidden within a birthmark, no doctor would notice such details, only thinking her naturally ugly.
Of course, even if noticed, it wouldn't help, chronic poisoning, common doctors can't treat it.
Lan Qingxin, a naive little girl with a history of poor academics, simply had no chance of encountering lead or mercury heavy metals in laboratories, how could she be chronically poisoned?
Qin Xin pondered thoughtfully.
This unlucky girl, just like herself, surrounded by restless people...
Qin Xin, feeling a kinship, gently placed her left hand on the pulse of her right hand, swiftly organizing a tailored prescription in her mind: Yinchen, Baizhi, Niuhuang, Goubao, Black snake, Half lotus...
Picked up a pen, articulately wrote out the prescription, the bold calligraphy zestful and impressive.
"Go to the pharmacy and get 5 doses, decoct twice a day." She tossed Lan Qingxin's student bank card to Xiangxiang.
Considered for a moment, then struck out "Goubao" from the prescription with a swift stroke: "If money's tight, start with 3 doses."
Looked up, found Xiangxiang staring at her blankly.
Qin Xin paused slightly, subtly concealing the prescription.
Her conduct still as willful and bold as before, she momentarily forgot she was now small wastrel Lan Qingxin, not the Qin Family's pillar Qin Xin.
The handwriting, forgotten to change.
Could this young girl have noticed something odd?