The Brain Might Be Broken

Qin Xin walked out the door, surrounded by the enthusiastic parents.

"Little Miss Lan, watch the step, please take it slow."

"Little Miss Lan, I have donkey-hide gelatin at home, I'll bring you some tomorrow to replenish your blood..."

"I have deer antler!"

Because her aura was too cold, the parents only dared to offer their solicitous greetings from a distance of over a meter.

The scene looked rather bizarre—a slender, aloof girl walking casually in front, followed by a group of adults bowing and scraping, much like eunuchs attending to a princess.

Secretary Lu watched helplessly as Qin Xin walked away, never finding an opportunity to step forward and speak.

Naturally, the business card in his hand, which could bypass standard procedures to facilitate a transfer, never got the chance to be used.

After standing dazed for a long time, he finally called Nalan Ye-Jue in confusion to report: "Sir, it seems Little Miss's brain was damaged in the fall..."

After all, based on Lan Qingxin's intelligence, she shouldn't have been capable of digging a pit for others to fall into.

Beside the staircase.

In the dimly lit corner, the dark, bruised color on Mrs. Yao's face refused to fade.

Just moments ago, pressured by the situation, she had been forced to transfer four hundred thousand to Lan Qingxin on the spot.

Otherwise, her son, Yao Dazhuang, would have faced the miserable fate of being expelled today.

All of this was because of Lan Qingxin.

She stared daggers at the aloof back retreating into the distance.

"You ugly freak, my Yao Family's money isn't so easy to take!"

"So what if you have a sharp tongue? I couldn't do anything to you at school..."

"Hmph, I'll teach you how to behave once you're out in society!"

Inside the hospital room.

Xiangxiang looked at Qin Xin with adoration.

Those who could get into Imperial University were no ordinary students.

And the parents of those students were even less ordinary.

She had always strictly followed the instructions of the Nalan Family's old butler, constantly reminding and protecting Little Miss to avoid trouble and keep her identity hidden to prevent gossip.

After all, Little Miss was just an auditor who had bought her way in; her status was neither legitimate nor honorable.

Yet today, not only had Little Miss caused a huge stir, but she had also neatly and thoroughly crushed the trouble.

Young Master Jue would surely be pleased when he heard.

She bustled around Qin Xin's hospital bed, dusting here, pouring hot water there, wiping the flower pot, her joy impossible to conceal, her mouth opening and closing several times as if she had something to say.

Qin Xin, bored, held up a small mirror.

She was studying the dark green birthmark on her face.

If it were a natural birthmark, that would be too simple.

She had plenty of beauty prescriptions on hand; removing spots and birthmarks was second nature to her.

But unfortunately...

The large, ugly dark green patch within this birthmark was not natural.

This was a classic symptom of chronic heavy metal poisoning... but because it was hidden within a birthmark, no doctor would notice such a detail; they would only assume she was born ugly.

Of course, even if they noticed, it wouldn't matter; most doctors couldn't treat long-term poisoning.

A simple girl like Lan Qingxin, a poor student, would never have had the opportunity to come into contact with lead or mercury in a laboratory, so how could she be suffering from chronic poisoning?

Qin Xin was lost in thought.

This unlucky girl, just like her, had people around her who were up to no good...

With a sense of kinship, Qin Xin gently placed her left hand on her right wrist to check her pulse, her mind rapidly formulating a unique, targeted prescription: capillary wormwood, dahurian angelica, bezoar, dog bezoar, snake skin, skullcap...

She picked up a pen and wrote out the prescription; the calligraphy was bold, vigorous, and quite beautiful.

"Go to the pharmacy and get five doses, decoct them to be taken twice a day." She tossed Lan Qingxin's student bank card to Xiangxiang.

After a moment's thought, she flicked her pen and crossed out "dog bezoar" from the prescription: "If there isn't enough money, just get three doses first."

Looking up, she found Xiangxiang staring at her blankly.

Qin Xin's hand paused slightly, and she moved to cover the prescription without a trace.

She had acted just as she used to—too unrestrained and wild—forgetting for a moment that she was now the little good-for-nothing Lan Qingxin, not the pillar of the Qin Family, Qin Xin.

She had forgotten to change her handwriting.

Had this little girl noticed something strange?