City's Best Divine Doctor-Chapter 1755 - 1715: Huo Yingying

These days are truly enjoyable for Ye Weidong, even the taste of the cigar has grown on him.

However, every time he enjoys it, it takes two or three hours. He smokes a section each time and then cuts it off, saving the rest for later.

When Ye Qiu came downstairs, Ye Xue asked, "Ye Qiu, are you going to a concert tomorrow night?"

"Yes, sis, please come home early tomorrow night."

Ye Qiu finished his breakfast and drove towards the Jin University Campus.

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Meanwhile, in a luxurious suite at the Jinling Zijin Mountain Hotel, Huo Yingying, wearing a nightgown, felt her throat was very uncomfortable and quickly got up.

For singers, their throat is the most important thing.

If something suddenly goes wrong with the throat, forget about singing; even other aspects might be greatly affected.

Moreover, tomorrow night is the first concert in Jinling. Judging from the ticket sales, it’s already quite a success.

Huo Yingying, in her nightgown, went to the bathroom. First, she tested her voice, but it felt like something was blocking her throat. Her voice became hoarse, completely different from her original clear sound.

Could she have eaten something that caused this?

To maintain her pleasant voice, she’s especially careful with her diet, particularly for this concert. If it’s a success, it means she can establish herself in Mainland China.

Huo Yingying knows she’s already famous in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia, but her fame in Mainland China isn’t that high yet.

Her manager, Li Fanghua, worked late last night, contacting various people, and seeing Yingying get up and head to the bathroom, she got concerned.

Did something happen to Yingying?

Before such a large concert, there are many aspects to pay attention to, including things like a woman’s menstrual cycle.

"Yingying, how are you?" Li Fanghua asked.

"Aunt Li, I think something’s wrong with my throat," Huo Yingying said.

Indeed, as soon as she spoke, Li Fanghua could tell there was a problem. The voice was completely different.

How is she supposed to sing like this?

"How did this happen? Did you eat something?" Li Fanghua asked worriedly.

"I don’t know. I didn’t eat anything unusual; I just ate what you provided," Huo Yingying said, a bit aggrieved.

Thinking of this, Li Fanghua hurriedly took out the Jin throat tablets from her bag; these are produced in Hong Kong, not in Mainland China, and are known for soothing the throat.

Huo Yingying didn’t even have time to wash up, quickly took two Jin throat tablets, and after sitting there for about half an hour, there was no change.

The throat felt even more uncomfortable.

How could this be?

Huo Yingying was at a loss.

Li Fanghua also looked worried. Most of the concert tickets were already sold, and everything was ready. Now Yingying’s throat was having this issue.

Will she have to lip-sync?

That certainly won’t do. During singing, Yingying has to interact with fans and the audience for the atmosphere.

As one of Hong Kong’s top managers, Li Fanghua knew she had to face any crisis head-on. In this situation, unless they had no choice, they wouldn’t cancel the concert.

Otherwise, the impact and losses would be too great.

"Yingying, quickly wash up. I’ll take you to see a doctor," Li Fanghua said.

With two days left until the concert, under normal circumstances, it should be manageable.

She let Huo Yingying wash up, get dressed, put on sunglasses and a mask, and prepared to find a hospital.

After washing up and dressing, Huo Yingying stood in front of the mirror. Her face, which could easily make other women envy and admire her, now looked a bit pale. She was scared.

After all, her throat was fine, so why did this problem suddenly appear?

Could it be something wrong with the water she drank?

That seems unlikely.

Recently, Huo Yingying was rehearsing at the gymnasium, and the staff there provided her with water, thinking all the staff were well-arranged.

Huo Yingying couldn’t figure it out.

She also couldn’t understand who would want to harm her. If it were in Hong Kong, that would make sense, but here in Jinling on the Mainland, who could it be?

Li Fanghua washed up, put on her professional attire—a black skirt and black blazer—put on thick gold-rimmed glasses, and wore a mask. Normally, others wouldn’t recognize her identity.

In the entertainment industry, the worst fear is the paparazzi.

This time, the arrangements at this five-star hotel were done in secrecy.

Publicly, it was announced they were staying at another five-star hotel, but in reality, they were at the Zijin Mountain Hotel.

"Yingying, let’s go quietly without telling anyone. If we’re forced to, let’s avoid facing any reporters first; if necessary, I’ll handle the PR for you."

Neither Huo Yingying nor Li Fanghua wanted her throat issue to arise. So even if it came to that, they’d hold a press conference to manage the situation and minimize losses.

Currently, Huo Yingying was following all of her manager’s instructions, "Aunt Li, I’ll listen to you."

Li Fanghua grabbed her briefcase and put on a pair of flats, while Huo Yingying wore a pair of princess shoes, following behind Li Fanghua as they left the suite and took the elevator down.

Once downstairs, Li Fanghua didn’t use the hotel’s services, although five-star hotels typically have their own cars and drivers.

Instead, she hailed a taxi from the roadside; the taxi driver looked at the two of them, curious about their attire, "Where are you two going?"

"To the best hospital in Jinling; my daughter has a sore throat," Li Fanghua said in Mandarin.

The best hospital in Jinling?

Then to the ENT department. Currently, the most famous hospitals in Jinling are the Jinling People’s Hospital and the Jinling Affiliated Hospital. The taxi driver headed directly to the Jinling People’s Hospital.

As soon as Li Fanghua and Huo Yingying got into the car, the taxi took off, and a car behind them with two men in suits equipped with various cameras secretly followed them.

Throughout the ride, Li Fanghua was only worried about Huo Yingying’s throat, not realizing they were being followed.

The taxi driver found it odd how they were dressed, but in a big city, especially in the morning, many young men wear masks to work, and people wearing masks because of health reasons is quite normal.