The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 36: 036: Three Beastly Deeds of the Jiang Family (Part 2)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Do you think I’m sick?”

Sure!

Doctor Qiu suggested sincerely, trembling, “Mr. Jiang, when you have time, would you like to come to the consultation room for a checkup?”

There was no response from the other end.

Doctor Qiu, perhaps scared out of his wits, asked an especially stupid question, “Wasn’t it Second Young Master Xue who touched it?” It was agreed to be Second Young Master Xue’s matter.

The call was decisively cut off.

“Beep beep beep beep beep beep…”

Doctor Qiu: “…”

From the force of the phone being slammed down, it could be judged how agitated the patient was.

Jiang Zhi had insomnia during his nap. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was Zhou Xufang’s hand, Zhou Xufang’s face, Zhou Xufang’s back…

The initial plan was to start shooting at 1 PM. However, the director, who was always punctual, hadn’t shown up even by 2:30 PM. At this time, Vice Director Zhao received a call from the director’s assistant, Lin Wanwan.

“Brother Wan.” @@novelbin@@

Despite Ah Wan having such a sissy name like Lin Wanwan, due to his criminal physique, people in society called him Brother Wan.

In private, Ah Wan was still very imposing. After all, he was nine feet tall and nearly 200 pounds: “Cut out the part with Zhou Xufang’s hand double from the final cut.”

Vice Director Zhao asked, “Is Director Jiang unsatisfied? Should I call the stand-in for a reshoot?” He remembered Director Jiang being quite satisfied while shooting, otherwise, why would he have been staring at the stand-in’s hand all the time?

Ah Wan didn’t reveal much, “No need, just edit that part out and send it to my boss.”

Vice Director Zhao didn’t understand, nor did he dare ask further, “What about the afternoon’s shoot then?”

“Delay it for two hours.”

“Is Director Jiang unwell?” The weather wasn’t even that cold today.

Ah Wan lied solemnly, “Yes, he had a myocardial infarction.”

Vice Director Zhao: “…”

Rich young masters sure have a lot of issues.

One hour later, Jiang Family’s family doctor arrived to check on Jiang Zhi. The Old Lady Jiang, hearing Jiang Zhi’s voice was off, immediately sent someone over.

“Boss, Dr. Qin is here.”

Jiang Zhi responded.

Ah Wan brought him in, closed the door, and stood by.

The man was very young, “Mr. Jiang.”

His tone was respectful but not subservient. He was the Jiang family’s family doctor, named Qin Shiyu, in his early thirties, but his medical skills were extraordinary. Old Lady Jiang sent him to check Jiang Zhi’s pulse regularly.

Today, Qin Shiyu wasn’t wearing a white coat but a suit, exuding a scholarly aura of warmth and refinement. He managed himself with grace.

Jiang Zhi invited him to sit, “I heard you were just promoted to director last week, Dr. Qin.”

Qin Shiyu’s great-grandfather was a doctor from Old Lady Jiang’s family, considered a family servant in the old days, before coming to the Jiang family with Old Lady Jiang. For generations, they served at Jiang family hospitals.

Qin Shiyu was the most talented among his generation, with exceptional demeanor and capability.

He replied humbly, “It’s all because of the eldest son’s support, Shiyu feels undeserved.”

The Jiang family was a century-old family with deep roots, speaking in an extremely refined manner. The Fifth Hospital was currently managed by Jiang Xiaolin, the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, with Qin Shiyu working under him for many years, mastering the bureaucratic double-speak.

Jiang Zhi despised it the most.

One by one, all pretending to be gentlemen.

“Qin Shiyu,” he called him by his full name.

Qin Shiyu opened his medical kit to take out the pulse pillow, “Mr. Jiang, what do you need?”

Jiang Zhi lazily stretched out his hand, letting him take his pulse, and joked casually, “If one day Jiang Xiaolin and Jiang Fuli were hit by a car and you had to perform surgery, who would you save first, Jiang Xiaolin or Jiang Fuli?”

Jiang Xiaolin from the first house and Jiang Fuli from the second house, one the eldest grandson and the other the eldest granddaughter, both with real power and openly at odds.

Qin Shiyu’s smile remained unchanged, his eyes calm as if indifferent to contention, “That hypothesis doesn’t exist.”

Jiang Zhi looked at him leisurely, “Oh? Why does it not exist?”

“Which car would be so oblivious to simultaneously hit two of the Jiang family’s esteemed masters?”

Masters?

When did Qin Shiyu start considering himself a servant? His intricate mind was hard to fathom.

Jiang Zhi smiled with a hint of cynicism, “You never know.”

Maybe one day, if he got upset, he’d kill them all. With so few people left in the Jiang family, they were all beasts anyway.

“If it truly came to that, I’d naturally follow Old Madam’s orders,” Qin Shiyu replied without revealing any hint of intention.

Qin Shiyu was either deeply hidden or sharply observant.

Jiang Zhi leaned back on the sofa, his gaze wandering.

Qin Shiyu finished taking his pulse, “Have you been coughing badly recently, Mr. Jiang?”

Jiang Zhi took a wet wipe, slowly wiping his wrist, “Yes, it’s winter.”

Every winter, he couldn’t stand the cold and coughed severely. It had been the same for years.

“I’ll prescribe some cough medicine first. After the full examination results are out, I’ll discuss a conservative treatment plan with Dr. Shao and Dr. Chen,” Qin Shiyu said.

Jiang Zhi responded indifferently, “Do you think I’ll make it past next winter with this body of mine?”

Qin Shiyu, looking composed, replied evenly, “The lab has been working on new medications for you. There’s some progress. Mr. Jiang, you needn’t be too pessimistic.”

Jiang Zhi sneered, “They said I wouldn’t live past twenty-five. That was what your father said.”

Initially, Qin Shiyu’s father, Qin Yin, was Jiang Zhi’s primary doctor. A few years ago, after Qin Yin passed away, Qin Shiyu took over treating this chronically ill patient.

Old Lady Jiang didn’t trust outsiders and selected the most talented Qin Shiyu.

“In my father’s time, medical techniques were not as advanced as they are now,” Qin Shiyu explained.

“Advanced medicine?” Jiang Zhi laughed with blatant mockery, “So advanced that my congenital deficiencies have been treated for over twenty years.”

Not only that, but the condition only worsened, with no diagnosis found.

Qin Shiyu remained unaffected, prescribing medication and stating that the medicine would be delivered to the Jiang family. Old Lady Jiang was cautious; Jiang Zhi’s medications always needed approval from the Jiang family before being sent over.

After he left,

“Ah Wan,” Jiang Zhi lay there, looking listless, “Who do you think Qin Shiyu works for?”

The Jiang family’s complex structure was beyond Ah Wan’s simple mind, he shook his head, “He doesn’t seem to interact much privately with Jiang Xiaolin or Jiang Fuli.”

Qin Shiyu’s image in the Jiang family was of someone without ambition, content and without conflicts, trusted by Old Madam Jiang.

Jiang Zhi looked at Ah Wan, “With your IQ, would you even notice if he did?”

Ah Wan: “…”

He decided to express his defiance through silence.