Qin Xin left amid the parents' enthusiastic escort.
"Little Qingxin, there are steps. Take it slow."
"Little Qingxin, I have donkey-hide gelatin at home. I'll bring you some tomorrow to replenish your blood..."
"My family has deer antler!"
Because her aura was so cold, the parents only dared ask after her from a distance of at least three feet.
The scene looked rather strange: a slender, aloof girl strolling casually ahead, with a group of adults following behind her, bowing respectfully like a bunch of eunuchs attending a princess on an outing.
Secretary Lu watched Qin Xin walk away, longing for a chance to go up and say something, but he never got one.
Naturally, the business card in his hand, which could have arranged a transfer through special procedures, never got the chance to be of use either.
After standing there in a daze for a long while, he finally called Nalan Ye-Jue, still utterly confused. "Sir, Little Miss's brain seems to have gotten a little smashed..."
After all, with Lan Qingxin's intelligence, she couldn't possibly have been capable of digging a pit for someone to fall into.
By the stairs.
In the dim corner, Mrs. Yao's flushed, purplish face remained that way for a long time.
Under pressure, she had just been forced to transfer 400,000 yuan to Lan Qingxin in person.
Otherwise, her son, Yao Dazhuang, would have faced the grim prospect of being expelled today.
It was all because of Lan Qingxin.
She stared fixedly at the proud figure walking away.
"Ugly Freak, you think it's that easy to take the Yao Family's money?"
"So what if you've got a sharp tongue? There's nothing I can do to you at school..."
"Hmph. I'll teach you how the world works once you're out in society!"
In the hospital room.
Xiangxiang gazed at Qin Xin with admiration.
Anyone who could get into Imperial University was no ordinary student.
And the parents of those students were even less ordinary.
She had always followed the old butler of the Nalan Family's instructions, constantly reminding herself to protect Little Miss from trouble and keep her identity from being revealed and becoming the subject of gossip.
After all, Little Miss was only an auditor who had bought her way in. Her presence there wasn't legitimate.
But today, Little Miss hadn't just gotten into big trouble—she had crushed it cleanly and spectacularly.
Young Master Jue would be delighted when he found out.
She bustled around Qin Xin's hospital bed, dusting here, pouring hot water there, wiping down the flowerpot, her excitement impossible to hide. Several times, she opened her mouth as if to say something, then stopped herself.
Qin Xin, bored out of her mind, held up a small mirror.
She studied the dark green birthmark on her face.
If it had been a natural birthmark, it would have been simple.
She had plenty of beauty formulas on hand; removing spots and birthmarks would have been effortless.
But...
The large patch of ugly, dark green in the birthmark wasn't natural.
It was a classic symptom of chronic heavy-metal poisoning... But because it was hidden in the birthmark, no doctor would notice that detail. They would just think she'd been born ugly.
Of course, even if they did notice, it wouldn't help. Ordinary doctors couldn't treat long-term poisoning.
How could a sheltered little girl like Lan Qingxin, a poor student with no chance of getting near the lead and mercury heavy metals in a laboratory, have suffered from long-term poisoning?
Qin Xin pondered this.
That unfortunate girl had people around her who couldn't be trusted, just like she did...
With a touch of kindred feeling, Qin Xin lightly rested her left hand on her right wrist and quickly pieced together a unique prescription in her mind: capillary artemisia, dahurian angelica root, bezoar, bezoar from a dog's gallbladder, black-banded krait, barbed skullcap...
She wrote out the prescription in bold, sweeping strokes, the characters vigorous and elegant.
"Go to the pharmacy and get five doses. Boil each dose twice a day." She tossed Lan Qingxin's student bank card to Xiangxiang.
After thinking it over, she made a stroke of her pen and crossed "bezoar from a dog's gallbladder" off the prescription. "If there isn't enough money, get three doses for now."
When she looked up, she found Xiangxiang staring at her blankly.
Qin Xin's hand paused slightly as she discreetly covered the prescription.
She had acted as recklessly as ever, and for a moment had forgotten that she was now the useless little Lan Qingxin, not Qin Xin, the pillar of the Qin Family.
She'd forgotten to change her handwriting.
Had this young girl noticed something was off?
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