With such a lively situation, Bai Pengpeng and Han Shuying naturally took notice.
Since Qin Chaoyu left for the competition, the two of them had devoted themselves wholeheartedly to managing Yu Meiren. Perhaps due to talent, combined with the high quality of their products, Yu Meiren flourished, its reputation steadily expanding.
To further develop Yu Meiren, they humbly sought advice from industry veterans. Naturally, Bai Pengpeng turned to her older brother for help.
During a phone call, Bai Pengpeng casually mentioned, “Brother, since you’re in the same country as Chaoyu, maybe you could visit her for me when you have time?”
Hearing the familiar name, Bai Jixi felt a faint ripple in his heart. At some point, that name had taken root in his mind. While inspecting overseas businesses kept him busy during the day, at night, longing crept in like wild weeds.
Though he had never experienced love in his over twenty years of life, he wasn’t foolish enough to miss the obvious signs. He knew he had fallen—fallen for a girl named Qin Chaoyu.
Bai Jixi, who usually disliked losing control, found himself unwilling to suppress these emotions. He sensed that if he did, he might regret it deeply.
He had already considered visiting Qin Chaoyu but lacked a suitable excuse. His sister’s request provided the perfect justification.
With feigned indifference, he replied, “I’ll go if I have time.”
Bai Pengpeng didn’t suspect anything, assuming her perpetually busy brother wouldn’t actually follow through.
Yet, that very evening, the supposedly “too busy” Bai Jixi drove to the hotel where Qin Chaoyu was staying.
After steeling himself, he dialed her number—one he had saved long ago but never called. In the past, there was no need; later, he simply didn’t dare. Few would believe that Bai Jixi, who remained unflappable in billion-dollar negotiations, could be too nervous to make a single phone call.
Before he could even prepare what to say, the call connected, and Qin Chaoyu’s gentle, clear voice came through, “Hello, who is this?”
Realizing she didn’t recognize him, Bai Jixi felt a pang of disappointment. “This is Bai Jixi, Bai Pengpeng’s brother.”
“Oh, Pengpeng’s brother! Is there something you need?” Qin Chaoyu did remember him—after all, whether in capability or appearance, he was a man hard to forget.
Bai Jixi explained, “I spoke with Pengpeng recently and happened to be in the same city. She asked me to check on you. Are you free now? I’m outside your hotel.”
The driver, curious about who could elicit such patience from the usually reserved Bai Jixi, kept his thoughts to himself. Loose lips didn’t last long around the boss.
“I see. I’m free. Please wait a moment—I’ll be right down.” Hanging up, Qin Chaoyu ignored Rong Zhen’er’s inquisitive stare and gathered her things.
Disappointed by Qin Chaoyu’s silence, Rong Zhen’er suppressed her curiosity with a sigh.
Stepping out of the hotel, Qin Chaoyu spotted a familiar figure. Approaching, she confirmed it was Bai Jixi. “Hello, sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Not at all. I haven’t waited long.” Bai Jixi opened the car door for her. “Let me take you to dinner.”
Qin Chaoyu nodded and got in.
Only after closing the door did Bai Jixi relax his other hand, hidden behind his back—palm damp with sweat.
The restaurant Bai Jixi chose was a French establishment. While Qin Chaoyu wasn’t particularly fond of foreign cuisine, she found the elegant ambiance and well-prepared dishes enjoyable.
The smooth first meeting bolstered Bai Jixi’s confidence. From then on, whenever free, he invited Qin Chaoyu out—whether to sightsee or dine.
After several outings, even Qin Chaoyu couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions.
Bai Jixi’s conspicuous visits didn’t escape notice. Those aware of his identity speculated wildly.
Unnoticed, the second competition arrived. This round’s theme was “Diagnosis and Treatment”—literally, diagnosing and treating patients.
Most contestants sighed in relief, but Stanley Derek shattered their illusions. “If you think this is simple, you’re in for a rude awakening.”
Having anticipated challenges after the first round, Qin Chaoyu’s team wasn’t disappointed.
Stanley continued, “Each of you will enter an assigned room where patients await. Remember, proper treatment is crucial—this is the decisive battle.”
With that, the contestants followed staff to their rooms.
The venue was a private estate. Qin Chaoyu’s team was assigned the farthest room on the second floor—coincidentally, adjacent to Japan’s team.
The spacious, sparsely furnished room held five seated patients: Black, White, and even Asian individuals.
As the most outgoing member, Rong Zhen’er took the lead. “Hello, we’re your doctors. Please trust us—we’ll do our best to treat you.”
The patients remained noncommittal but cooperative, aware of their role.
To expedite the process, each team member took one patient, with the sixth overseeing logistics.
Qin Chaoyu’s patient, a reserved white woman, answered tersely during the initial inquiry about sleep quality, shoulder pain, wrist stiffness, and neck discomfort.
After pulse diagnosis—her second on a foreigner—Qin Chaoyu wrote her diagnosis: early-stage cervical spondylosis from prolonged computer use.
She offered two treatments: conventional methods or traditional Chinese medicinal patches. Intrigued, the woman opted for the latter, rejecting acupuncture but accepting the patches for home use.
Meanwhile, Rong Zhen’er approached Qin Chaoyu, troubled. “My patient has a scar—he’s tried Western treatments. Any ideas?”
Scar removal? Qin Chaoyu had researched effective solutions for Yu Meiren. She examined the man’s deep forehead scar—a childhood injury from a fall.
His excitement at her confidence moved him to grip her arm. “Really? You can help?”
Wincing but understanding, Qin Chaoyu reassured him. “Apply this ointment nightly. It may sting or cause peeling—normal reactions. A week’s supply should show progress.”
The man, long resigned to his scar, agreed without hesitation.
[Translation ends here due to length constraints. Let me know if you’d like me to continue with the remaining text.]
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