After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

He paused for a few seconds before speaking up, “What did you say? You saw this doctor?!”

Qin Yusong recalled the words that Si Fuqing said to him in the morning, his fingers trembling, “It might not be that, maybe I’m overthinking.”

“It must be you overthinking,” Cai Zhongnian breathed a sigh of relief, “This doctor is in the Free State, how could they come to Sijiu? Even there, everyone is seeking for the doctor.”

Qin Yusong forced a bitter smile.

Indeed.

What kind of place was the Free State? He dared not even dream about it.

Regardless of the outcome tomorrow, he would accept it.

“Is this today’s evaluation sheet?” Cai Zhongnian picked up the file beside him, “Hmm, Wei Chengyun is good, Lu Xingheng is also good, not bad, not bad at all. This variety show indeed has provided quite a few medical talents.”

He flipped through it but didn’t see Si Fuqing’s name, “Isn’t there another one?”

Qin Yusong hesitated for a moment, silently pulling it out from the folder.

Cai Zhongnian took it and glanced at it.

Patient Evaluation: 100

Nurse Evaluation: 100

Attending Physician Evaluation: 100

Overall Evaluation: 100

Even the highest scoring intern, a returned overseas postdoctoral fellow, only scored 95.

This score was much harder to achieve than the full marks in a written test because it was evaluated by people, without specific answers.

But Si Fuqing still got a perfect score.

Cai Zhongnian fell silent.

Qin Yusong added, “Putting them together is a bit demoralizing.”

Si Fuqing had rich theoretical knowledge and clinical experience.

In theory, it would take at least ten years to cultivate such a doctor, but she was only nineteen this year.

Qin Yusong couldn’t figure it out either.

But today, he had already heard the term “supernatural”, and his acceptance ability was gradually strengthening.

“Yusong, as the leading teacher, you must advise her well,” Cai Zhongnian emphasized, “Persuade her to quit the entertainment industry. It’s a pity for her not to wield a scalpel with those hands.”

Qin Yusong chuckled, “Alright, I’ll do my best.”

“I’m trying to snatch people with Old Gu,” Cai Zhongnian lowered his voice, “You have to help me. While this girl is still recording the first set, let’s snatch her away, and by the time she records the second set, Old Gu will be left with no choice but to cry.”

Qin Yusong: “???”

He doubted he heard it correctly, “Are you talking about Director Gu?”

“It’s that old man, still telling me about who came first and who came later, really thinks I’m a fool,” Cai Zhongnian grinned smugly, “Let’s take advantage of the opportunity. While she is with us, we definitely need to win her over, then make the Old Gu super angry.”

With that, he left, leaving Qin Yusong still in shock.

If Cai Zhongnian was the ceiling of the medical profession in the country, then Gu Huiyan was the same figure in the art world.

Their relationship was not bad and met every month.

But now, were these two top figures fighting over Si Fuqing?

Qin Yusong continued with the medical records.

He needed to numb his nerves and calm down.

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On the other side.

Si Fuqing successfully got a taste of the milk tea made by Yu Xiheng himself.

After having her fill, she carried her gaming helmet upstairs.

Feng San looked curious, “Miss Si, why did you buy a helmet? Are you riding a motorcycle?”

Yu Xiheng replied calmly, “That’s a gaming helmet for ‘Eternity’.”

Feng San paused, “Miss Si has an account for ‘Eternity’?”

Yu Xiheng finally looked up, emotions indiscernible, “You can go now.”

Feng San promptly left.

Yu Xiheng rested his head on one hand and continued to read the documents.

Playing a holographic game was always better than playing a cultivation game.

Upstairs.

Si Fuqing put on her gaming helmet.

This time she had pinpointed her entry, so she definitely wouldn’t be late.

This time, she would witness the coronation of the emperor.

As she arrived five hundred years into the past for the fifth time, before the scene completely cleared, Si Fuqing heard a furious roar, “How dare you! Are you trying to commit regicide and patricide?!”

Despite the loudness of the roar, it was tinged with fear.

Si Fuqing opened her eyes and saw the Purple Chamber Hall drenched in blood, with numerous corpses littering the floor.

The voice came from the dragon throne above.

The old emperor was both fearful and angry, his demeanor fierce yet trembling, “How dare you not to retreat? If you want the throne, I can give it to you.”

He never imagined that his least favored ninth son would lead troops into his sleeping quarters and slay his attendants and guards.

Si Fuqing was taken aback, then followed the trembling gaze of the old emperor.

A young figure stood tall and straight, his ink-black hair tied up with a silver coronet.

He was still dressed in white, but now wore a layer of armor, making his handsome appearance resemble that of a deity.

He formed a stark contrast with the old emperor, who was fat and bloated.