Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss-Chapter 638 - 612: Qian and Schemes

Mr Liu glared at Qian, "Get on with it!"

"Still uncomfortable..."

"If you cure this case, I’ll get someone to cover your shift at the station for three days."

"Is one case only worth three days to you, especially when dealing with annoying patient relatives? Oh no, it’s two annoying patient relatives."

Qian glanced at Lv Zhi, then at Ye Xiaoyu, feeling her head was starting to ache, as if she had many heads to ache with.

"Seven days! No more!" Mr. Liu could see that his beloved disciple wasn’t unwilling to treat the case; she was just too sly like a little firecracker, taking the opportunity to bargain for better conditions.

"Ten days, then I might be willing to bear the injustice!" Qian haggled.

Mr. Liu raised his hand, "I’ll smack you!"

"Alright, seven days then, but holidays should be excluded!" Qian knew when to stop.

She reached out to touch the still-comatose Weiwei’s face, turned to look at the makeup-free Ye Xiaoyu, "Let’s go."

Ye Xiaoyu witnessed the interaction between Qian and Mr. Liu, finding it hard to believe Meiwei was like this in private, let alone that Mr. Liu would treat Qian so affectionately.

Having interacted with Mr. Liu before, this old lady left an impression of being very rigid to Ye Xiaoyu, with an aura of academic authority that made one keep their distance and admiration.

Yet this stern old lady acted like family with Qian.

Going downstairs, Ye Xiaoyu cast a puzzled look at Qian.

"You don’t want to work at the station long term?"

"Only you would think this job is good." Qian couldn’t wait for her internship to finish.

How nice it would be to stay free, not having to sleep so late, earning a meager internship fee of 800 yuan, which isn’t even enough for gasoline. If she quits this thing, she could easily counsel a few rich ladies on marriage and emotions, and the money would just come flooding in.

Sigh, she’s about to get married, and needs to prepare for quite a few things. People used to luxury demand the best of everything, and that’s all money.

Thinking about having to stay at the station a while longer, Qian imagined an army of cash flying away, feeling distressed.

"I thought you —" Ye Xiaoyu paused.

"Thought I wanted to snatch your spot as the station’s leading lady? Ha, sorry, that pay isn’t even enough to buy a bag, not interested." Qian bluntly put it out there.

"What did Yu Minglang see in you? Talking money all the time, so materialistic!"

"Hmm, you’re not materialistic, huh? If not, why date the son of the richest man? You don’t like the guy, but you like his money. I love money that I earn myself. How do you love money? But regardless of how you get your money, I must acknowledge your ability to turn your made-up beauty into cash. You’re pretty capable — just don’t know if Li Jia has seen your natural look?"

"You!"

"I bet he hasn’t, otherwise wouldn’t he feel deceived? Men liking beautiful women is a natural instinct rooted in wanting to propagate superior offspring. Beautiful women mean good offspring. Still, would you consider it deceiving consumers when you use makeup techniques to turn your small eyes and single eyelids into big eyes and double eyelids?"

"I’m naturally double-lidded!" protested Ye Xiaoyu, facing Qian’s disdainful gaze, then sheepishly added.

"Barely double!"

"Pff!" Qian wanted to hold back her laughter but couldn’t help herself.

Ye Xiaoyu was both angry and embarrassed, "Stop talking about my issues, let’s focus on my sister!"

The two had arrived at the payment counter, where Ye Xiaoyu began paying and, while waiting for the receipts, asked Qian.

Qian stifled her laughter, speaking sternly. "Right now, there’s a suspicion that your sister might have depression, but we need her to wake up for a precise diagnosis."

"How is that possible? She’s quite fond of laughing."

"Depressed patients aren’t always as people imagine, crying and frowning all day. In fact, many depressed patients try hard to blend into normal society, pretending to be okay."

"Meiwei, have you answered too many emotional trash calls and now see everyone as sick?" Ye Xiaoyu’s words were not very polite due to her concern about her sister.

Qian, facing such accusations, remained emotionally unaffected, as she knew it was common to hear this from patient relatives, much like in the emergency room; nobody wants to believe their family member has mental issues.

"You’re wrong, those who vent through calls are ninety percent not considered psychologically ill, even if they are, it’s not depression, because genuinely depressed people are unwilling to vent to anyone. They feel repressed inside but don’t want to share this feeling of repression with anyone."

"I don’t understand, my sister isn’t an introverted child, how could she be sad enough to suffer from depression—"

"It’s not sadness; you don’t understand the pain of depression. In their world, everything visible becomes grey, even family joy and tears don’t reach her heart. She can’t feel the meaning of existence. A sense of hopelessness emerges from her heart, sometimes even a voice tells her, what’s the point of living? Might as well die..."

"You’re scaring me..." Ye Xiaoyu’s hand shook, and all the receipts fell to the ground, scattering coins everywhere.

"To normal people, depression seems like sadness, like a breakup or losing a beloved pet. But the pain of depressed patients isn’t simple; it feels like there’s a huge black hole inside, engulfing all energy to live. They can’t feel joy, sadness, or even love."

Qian bent over, helping to pick up the coins.

"You’re just hate me so you’re scaring my sister, that’s the kind of person you are!" Ye Xiaoyu didn’t know when she started crying, her emotions were now pure venting.

Too much had happened that day; her sister, perfectly fine earlier, suddenly attempted suicide, and the Meiwei she disliked was professionally explaining something terrifying.

Depression, such a ’trendy’ illness; how could her sister have it?

"Ye Xiaoyu, I’m a doctor, and no matter how much I dislike you, I uphold my professional medical ethics. I won’t retaliate against my patients regarding their condition."

"Why are you treating Weiwei then, don’t you dislike me? Are you trying to harm her?"

"First, I didn’t know she was your sister when treating her; second, if it weren’t for her name resembling my —"

Similar to Xiaowei’s name and about the same age as her daughter, Qian paid special attention to this case. Especially when she answered the child’s call, it seemed like she heard her daughter’s voice, an auditory hallucination she’d longed for.

"Resembling your what?"

"Nothing, if you’re not comfortable with me treating Weiwei, you can also find my teacher; she’s a super compassionate saint, especially fond of handling children’s matters."

Given that it’s Ye Xiaoyu’s sister and Ye Xiaoyu doesn’t like her, Qian didn’t want to push forward offering; after all, her teacher treating would be just as good, her teacher’s level superior to her own, definitely.

"She won’t treat Weiwei, right? Li Jia’s family offered her hundreds of thousands, yet she refused."

"In your eyes, all you see is money, isn’t it? My teacher didn’t treat Li Jia, but that doesn’t mean she won’t treat Weiwei. Want to bet?" Qian’s eyes twinkled, mischief filled her heart.