National Little Sister

At the Wen Family home, Zhou Ru had been troubled for the past few days over finding a family doctor to look after Old Madam Wen's health.

Their former family doctor, Doctor Sun, had fallen out completely with the Wen Family over the Sun Family's young master being expelled from school. The Sun Family itself was said to be in a complete mess these days.

A number of negative incidents at the Sun Family's hospital, previously covered up, had suddenly come to light. Medical accidents had surfaced one after another, and the hospital was gradually losing its credibility.

In any case, Zhou Ru had no desire to go to them again.

Wen Xinyue came downstairs. "Mom, how is the search for a doctor for Grandma going?"

Zhou Ru sighed. "I still need to keep looking. It's all right. Focus on your studies and don't worry about these things. I can handle it."

Wen Xinyue happily took out her phone. "There's some news in South City today that I think you should see."

The Little Divine Doctor of West China Hall had suddenly shot to fame after some elderly patients who had long received treatment there spread the word far and wide.

The elderly had plenty of ailments, and they trusted traditional Chinese medicine most. With Ji Chuxing's acupuncture skills, it had taken less than half a day for eight or nine out of ten elderly people in the city to hear about her.

Old ladies were fashionable these days. Once they posted short videos, it wasn't just Ji Chuxing who became a hit, but West China Hall too.

However, Ji Chuxing had set conditions when seeing patients, so no one managed to capture her face. Plenty of pictures had been taken of her from behind, though.

In one short video, the girl wore a white shirt and black pants, her long hair falling down her back. A small part of her face was visible above her mask, showing only one tranquil eye, while her hands were exceptionally steady and deft as she inserted the needles.

The video was only twenty seconds long and had been filmed secretly, yet in just over half a day, it had already amassed more than a million views.

It spread like wildfire among South City's middle-aged and elderly residents.

"Mom, what do you think?"

"I've heard about this too. I was planning to visit West China Hall, but by the time I got there, she was already gone. She's so young. Couldn't the claims be a bit exaggerated?" Zhou Ru was instinctively skeptical.

"Maybe West China Hall paid to promote her."

"I don't think so. Have you forgotten who the senior doctor at West China Hall is? It's Shen Daozhang. People online are guessing that this doctor might come from a family of physicians and have returned from studying abroad, or that she studied under a famous doctor. Apparently, West China Hall paid a fortune to hire her."

"There are even rumors going around that Shen Daozhang intends to make her his successor!"

"Really?"

"That's what everyone online is saying."

"All right, I'll go take a look tomorrow!"

Meanwhile, at Bo Yanchen's place.

Although Fang He thought his master was a bit of a beast.

When he saw Ji Chuxing put away her silver needles and return to her room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master..." He looked troubled.

Just watching Ji Chuxing insert the needles had made his knees go weak. The clothes on his master's back were soaked through, so he clearly hadn't had an easy time of it either.

Bo Yanchen, however, seemed lost in thought. He chuckled softly, as though he hadn't been the one enduring tremendous pain just now.

Fang He watched him laugh, at a loss for words.

But Bo Yanchen's expression returned to normal in an instant. "How is the investigation going?"

Fang He's expression grew much more serious. "We couldn't trace it."

A couple of days ago, they had discovered an unfamiliar account on the Resource Network buying up a batch of medicinal herbs—the very same herbs Bo Yanchen was tracking.

In all these years, this was the first time something like this had happened, so Fang He had to take notice. He had intended to hack the other party's account, only to discover that the beginner-level account was impossible to crack. He couldn't even determine which corner of the world its owner was in.

Their system had even suffered a counterattack.

"Master, I failed in my duties."

Bo Yanchen rubbed the Buddhist prayer beads around his wrist, deep in thought. "Keep watching. Don't act rashly for now."

"Yes."

As usual, Ji Chuxing struggled to get up the next morning and slept in the car all the way to the school gates.

But as soon as she entered the school, she noticed something different.

A crowd had gathered a short distance inside the gates, and quite a few reporters stood outside. From afar, Ji Chuxing saw a girl surrounded by people as she walked into the school.

Many of them held up light boards and colorful flowers, with the name "Tang Chuxin" written in large characters.

Ji Chuxing paid them no mind and headed sleepily toward Class 16.

But along the way, she could still hear plenty of excited voices.

"Tang Chuxin is finally back!"

"Quick, go get her autograph!"

"Let's grab a good spot and see how gorgeous my goddess is!"

The crowd ahead filled the entire school path, with flowers paving the way. A great pile of petals was left behind as they passed.

The petals had been trampled to a pulp and stuck to the ground, making a filthy mess.

They were moving too slowly. Ji Chuxing grew a little impatient.

Suddenly, amid the noisy voices, a rapid whoosh of wind sounded beside her ear.

A basketball shot out from the edge of the nearby sports field and hurtled toward the crowd.

It flew straight toward the gardener auntie who was cleaning beside the crowd.

She instinctively looked up, but the basketball flying straight at her frightened her so badly that she froze on the spot, unable to move. Her weathered eyes went wide with utter terror.

Bang! Ji Chuxing raised a hand, and the basketball veered off course, smashing into a standee beside the path.

With a crash, the foam standee fell apart on the ground, revealing the red fire hydrant it had been concealing.

The figure on the standee had been left with a dirty mark by the basketball, and the standee lay shattered on the ground.

Only then did the gardener auntie come to her senses. "Thank you, young lady."

A commotion that loud naturally drew the attention of the people nearby. When they saw Tang Chuxin's image lying on the ground, they flew into a rage.

Someone shouted, "Who did that?"

Then everyone's gaze settled on Ji Chuxing, who stood with both hands in her pockets.

Tang Chuxin was Nanzhong's star student, a former child star with excellent grades and an equally excellent public image. She was known as the "National Little Sister."

She had been away filming dramas and recording variety shows for several months and had only just returned. Her young fans at Nanzhong had specially prepared all these surprises for her.

They had spent a fortune decorating the school path with Tang Chuxin support items.

And now someone had smashed the standee. Who could stand for that?

A group immediately surrounded Ji Chuxing, bombarding her with questions.

"What's your problem? You broke the standee we made for Xinxin. You did it on purpose, didn't you? Are you a professional anti-fan?"

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

"Do you even know who Xinxin is? Then again, a country bumpkin like you definitely wouldn't."

The gardener auntie finally couldn't stand watching anymore. Flustered, she explained, "This student didn't do it on purpose. A basketball came flying this way just now, and she was trying to stop it from hitting me. If she hadn't blocked it, the basketball would have hit you..."

Before the auntie could finish, someone shoved her aside. "Get lost! What the hell does it have to do with you? You're filthy. Stay away from our Xinxin!"

The auntie lost her balance and nearly stumbled into the flower bed, but Ji Chuxing caught her and held her steady.

The girl's face was expressionless. Her cool eyes turned toward the girl who had shoved the auntie. "Apologize."

The girl froze for a moment, then reacted as though she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Apologize? What a joke!"

"Do you even know who we are? Why should we apologize to a filthy sanitation worker like her?"

The people around them looked at Ji Chuxing as if she were a joke. "You're the one who broke Xinxin's standee. Why should we apologize? You're lucky we haven't made you apologize. Xin Fans, hurry up and take pictures of her. Let all the fans see!"

The people around them had already taken out their phones and were snapping pictures of Ji Chuxing. The gardener auntie looked at her helplessly, having never faced a scene like this before.

Ji Chuxing pushed her behind her, the girl's resolute figure shielding her from the glaring cameras.

Very soon, a trending topic appeared online about Tang Chuxin's life-size standee being deliberately smashed.

Tang Chuxin had many fans. She had been in the industry for years and had forty million followers. If they all came to watch, a mouthful of spit from each of them could drown a person.

At the front of the crowd, Tang Chuxin only turned to glance back at the sound. When she saw her life-size standee lying on the ground, her brows furrowed slightly.

But she had only just returned today, and the crowd of enthusiastic fans was leaving her breathless. Taking advantage of the fact that most people's attention had shifted toward the front, she hurried off to the classroom.

Ji Chuxing, meanwhile, remained surrounded by people.

"These are all tokens of the fans' affection for Xinxin. If you fix the standee today, livestream it for the whole internet, and kneel down to apologize to the fans, we won't hold you responsible. Otherwise, just wait for the whole internet to dig up your personal information."

"Offend anyone you like, but don't offend the Xin Fans. You really don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is!"