Chapter 20: I Will No Longer Treat This Illness

"Bai Chuwei."

Tong Qingyan’s willow-shaped brows knitted together. "Bai Chuwei? She goes to our school?"

She was the transfer student who had just joined today, already infamous on the school forum. Rumor had it she was a girl with an overactive imagination, prone to lying and boasting, and had even insulted Teacher Li in front of everyone, calling him crazy.

Perhaps Bai Chuwei’s reputation had become tainted too quickly on her first day, or maybe it was a sense of rivalry, but Tong Qingyan felt no goodwill toward her.

Bai Chuwei watched the heroine before her with amusement, pulling at her lips as she suddenly asked, "Who is Chen Meihua to you?"

Tong Qingyan’s expression turned cold. "Chen Meihua was my grandmother, who passed away ten years ago. How can you address my grandmother by her name so directly, Bai? Do you not know any manners?"

And how did she even know her grandmother’s name?

Bai Chuwei shook her head in regret. If she’d known Chen Meihua’s future granddaughter would be Tong Qingyan, the protagonist of this story, she would never have helped her.

Forty years ago, Bai Chuwei had once helped a thirty-year-old woman. That woman had been trafficked into the mountains for ten years, suffering domestic abuse and enslavement day and night. When she finally escaped, Bai Chuwei, moved by pity, lent her a hand.

Who could have foreseen that her future granddaughter would be the main character of this book? Bai Chuwei felt she’d made a mistake—she ought to have demanded more compensation back then.

Now, Bai Chuwei was thoroughly uninterested and didn’t care to deal with Tong Qingyan. She lazily lifted her eyelids and asked, "Where’s the patient?"

Duan Xingye quickly replied, "Grandfather is in the backyard. Chuwei, let me take you."

Tong Qingyan watched Bai Chuwei’s departing figure and couldn’t help but bite her lip softly. No one had ever dared ignore her like this, much less address her grandmother so rudely.

She cautiously looked at Duan Feihan. "Fourth Master, she..."

Duan Feihan cut her off with a cold voice. "She is my honored guest."

Tong Qingyan was stunned—honored guest? Why would Bai Chuwei be someone Duan Feihan himself recognized as an honored guest?

She wanted to ask more, but Duan Feihan suddenly turned and strode off in the direction Bai Chuwei had gone.

Tong Qingyan stood there, a faint sense of unease blooming in her chest...

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Bai Chuwei followed Duan Xingye through the small garden, passing by the artificial mountain with its flowing water, the spring flowers in full bloom, their fragrance filling the air.

Bai Chuwei glanced around, her expression growing increasingly strange. Duan Xingye, on the other hand, was quite excited.

Bai Chuwei frowned and asked, "Have you always lived here, or did you move in later?"

Duan Xingye was puzzled by her question. "I’ve lived here since I was born."

Bai Chuwei’s face darkened instantly. They had already reached the backyard where the elder Duan lived. Bodyguards and anxious doctors lingered in the courtyard, the scents of medicine and disinfectant mingling in the air.

The bedroom door was unlocked. Bai Chuwei glanced inside and caught a glimpse of an elderly man with snow-white hair and a sallow face, clearly at death’s door.

Her small, delicate face turned pitch black.

"I won’t treat this illness."

Bai Chuwei tossed the words coldly behind her, spun on her heel, and strode away in the direction she’d come.

Duan Xingye: "???"

"Chuwei, Miracle Doctor, where are you going? Why won’t you treat him? Don’t go, please!" Duan Xingye hurried after her.

But Bai Chuwei moved swiftly, as if she’d once been a race walker. Duan Xingye simply couldn’t catch up.

Suddenly, a tall, imposing figure appeared before her, blocking her path. A deep, magnetic voice drifted down from above: "Miss Bai, why are you leaving so suddenly?"