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Due to Mu Qingmeng being a high -priority patient under strict confidentiality, the attending physician wasn’t quite aware of the specifics in the cardiology department.

All he knew was that the doctors there had had a false alarm this time.

A surgery presumed to be a failure had astonishingly succeeded, thanks in part to the preoperative emergency care administered by someone before the patient was brought to the hospital.

The attending doctor had only heard that it was a young woman responsible for the feat.

But no detailed information had been released from the cardiology department, leading him to suspect that the story might just be a rumor.

Given that many seasoned doctors in the cardiology department were at a loss for how to treat Mu Qingmeng, how could a young woman possibly pull it off?

The attending doctor estimated that the mysterious healer must be at least fifty years old, otherwise she couldn’t possess such extensive medical knowledge.

After all, medical education was unlike any other; even undergraduate studies took five years, not to mention the practical experience required.

“Would a heart transplant suffice?” Zuo Tianfeng asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“A heart transplant alone definitely won’t be enough,” the attending doctor shook his head. “Moreover, the success rate for heart transplants isn’t high. Even if it does succeed, the patient could only expect to live another six months at most.”

Annoyed, Zuo Tianfeng burst out, “Then what’s the point of saying all this?

What I need is a solution!”

“That’s why I suggest you consult with the cardiology department to see if you can find this mysterious doctor,” the attending doctor calmly replied. “If she can be persuaded to help, your brother might live for another decade or so.” With that, he nodded and departed to rest.

“Cardiology department?” Zuo Tianfeng’s frown deepened. “Xianyu, go there and inquire. Plead with this so-called mysterious doctor. I’ll go check on your

Fourth Uncle.”

Zuo Xianyu nodded in agreement.

After disinfecting himself, Zuo Tianfeng entered the patient’s room. Fourth Uncle lay feeble on the bed, his face pallid and his eyes ringed with dark circles—clear signs of excessive indulgence.

“What happened this time?” Zuo Tianfeng couldn’t contain his irritation. “Do you know the people of Lin are laughing at you?”

He slammed his hand onto the table, scoffing, “Passing out in bed, how very like you!”

Fourth Uncle broke into a fit of coughs, nervously muttering, “Big brother,

“Enough, what’s done is done,” Zuo Tianfeng waved him off. “Now tell me exactly what happened. Weren’t you supposed to be back in good health?”

“I…l’m not sure,” Fourth Uncle Zuo strained to recall. “I did feel hearty and spirited. But just yesterday, I suddenly felt weak, as if all my energy was drained from me. Then I lost consciousness.”

He hurriedly added, “You have to believe me, brother. This is the first time I’ve indulged this month. I really don’t know how this happened.”

“This mysterious?” Zuo Tianfeng was taken aback, his expression shifting. “Could it be…”

Suddenly, he rose, “Rest for now, I have something to attend to.”

Zuo Tianfeng swiftly exited the room and found a secluded spot to dial a number from the business card given to him by the two young Masters of Yin-Yang from the Fujisan family.

After a few rings, someone answered.

“Hello? Is this the Master?” Zuo Tianfeng spoke with due respect. “Master, something inexplicable has happened to the Zuo family recently. I was wondering if someone might have taken action against us?

If he hadn’t personally met the Masters of Yin-Yang and interacted with them, he would never have believed in the so-called Yin-Yang techniques described in books.

But now, he was genuinely afraid.

“Mr. Zuo, rest assured. My junior and I already checked last time; there’s absolutely no issue with the Zuo family,” the young man’s voice was reassuring. “Masters of Yin-Yang are bound by many restrictions and wouldn’t act lightly. You don’t need to worry.”

“I see,” Zuo Tianfeng finally exhaled in relief. “In that case, thank you both.” The call ended.

“Senior brother, what’s happening with the Zuo family?” the other young man inquired.

“Trouble has begun,” the elder one said nonchalantly, “Just as we predicted, the Zuo family is starting to fall apart after losing their source of luck.”

“It seems the backlash from the failed Luck Transfer Technique is quite severe,” the younger one nodded, then pondered for a moment. “Let’s keep tabs on the Zuo family’s situation and report to our master. This could help improve the Luck Transfer Technique.”

“Indeed, the next time we encounter a Child of Luck, the procedure will be much smoother.”

For the Fujisan family, improving their mastery over Yin and Yang and the Five Elements was the ultimate goal.

As for the Zuo family, they were merely a failed experiment.

Not worth the attention.

On the day the third episode of “Youth With You” ended, the trending topics on social media were dominated by the show. The buzz showed no sign of abating the next day.

#SiFuqingBet#

#MentorsRanking#

Fans of Xie Yu were quite busy these days, juggling between supporting their idol’s metrics and voting for Si Fuqing.

Yet the fanbase was a force to be reckoned with, propelling Si Fuqing’s votes to first place among the mentors, leaving Lin Qingyan trailing by three hundred thousand votes.

[Wow, what happened to Lin? Isn’t she the hottest female idol in Great Xia?

Why does she have so few votes?]

[Go, Teacher Si! Xie Yu is first, you have to be first too!]

[Sorry, but I’m smitten with Si Fuqing’s gothic makeup. Stunning, isn’t she?] [To the person above, your filter is way too heavy.]

Watching her vote count rise, Lin Qingyan clenched her hands so tightly they turned red, barely containing her irritation.

“Don’t take it to heart, Sister Lin. You don’t have to get down on Si Fuqing’s level,” her assistant tried to comfort her while massaging her shoulders. “It’s because Xie Yu is very talented, what does it have to do with her.”

A good student will excel under any teacher.

Lin Qingyan replied coldly. “But you said it yourself, Xie Yu is under her, not me.”

The assistant was left speechless.

To this day, nobody knew why Xie Yu had chosen Si Fuqing.

“Look, you’re way better than Si Fuqing,” the assistant quickly changed the subject. “The fans are saying she’s so ugly she dared to make that bet because she wouldn’t dare remove her makeup.”

At this, Lin Qingyan’s mood finally lifted somewhat. She smiled, “Well, she’s doomed to lose.”

Si Fuqing had to cross her, so don’t blame her for the consequences.

“Alright,” Lin Qingyan gathered her makeup. “I’m off to the dance studio. Order lunch for me.”

The assistant nodded. Just as she was about to pick up Lin Qingyan’s bag, she let out a shriek: “Sister Lin… Sister Lin, your face…”

“What about my face?” Lin Qingyan put away her powder puff and looked in the mirror.

The sight made her scream too.

Both her cheeks were marked with tiny red spots, which seemed to be spreading. A stinging sensation tingled across her face.

“Forget everything else, we need to go to the hospital! What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Lin Qingyan hastily stood up, her composure shattered.

In Dance Studio 2.

“Let’s divide the tasks,” Si Fuqing leaned against a full-length mirror, eyebrow raised. “Xie Yu will be the center, that’s a given. Xu Xiyun, you’ll handle this dance segment.”

“And Shi Yu, your vocal is quite good. I’ll give you two lines in the climax; they’re difficult, so I’ll train you one-on-one.”

The trainees were eager to prove themselves.

After a week of training, only they knew Si Fuqing’s true capabilities.

“Also, you, come here,” Si Fuqing glanced at a certain Pixiu-creature. “Time for your training. ”

Little Bai was lounging comfortably on Xie Yu’s lap.

Xie Yu dusted off his pants and began practicing the dance routine.

Si Fuqing laid out the training plan for the week.

Little Bai hopped around, shaking its little pink skirt.

“So pretty,” it thought, “I’m a graceful little fairy.”

‘What are you showing off?” Si Fuqing didn’t look up, “Oh, you feel close to him too? What, is he also made of gold?”

“I’m warning you, don’t go biting people or things outside.”

Little Bai whined, clearly indicating that was not what it meant.

“Oh, he looks a bit like me?” Si Fuqing touched her chin, glanced at Xie Yu, “Well, of course. Look at your owner’s face. Anyone good-looking would resemble me.”

Little Bai:

The dogs owner is being narcissistic again.

What a bad influence.

Just then, there was a knock on the dance studio door.

Si Fuqing lowered her head, “Come in.”

It was a staff member. He hesitated, “Teacher Si, the director and producer would like to see you.”

Si Fuqing closed her notebook, looked up, “They better have a good reason.”

The staff member took a step back, whispering, “Teacher Si, there is an issue. Be careful.”

Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed slightly. With a casual wave of her hand, she said calmly, ‘You all keep practicing.”

In the backstage office, a group of people sat solemnly.

Lin Qingyan was in the middle, wearing a mask, her eyes red.

As soon as Si Fuqing entered, Lin Qingyan’s assistant leapt up, angrily shouting, “Si Fuqing, why did you tamper with Sister Lin’s makeup, causing her face to become like this?!”

In the entire production team, everyone knew that Si Fuqing and Lin Qingyan were at odds.

Standing with an imposing aura, Si Fuqing was icy when she wasn’t smiling,

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Teacher Si, I know you don’t like me, but I’ve been trying to change,” Lin

Qingyan lifted her head, her voice choked.. “Why are you doing this to me? Can’t stand to see me do well? You must be very pleased to see my face like this, aren’t you?!”