Peerless Beauty – Chapter 104
by Little PandaOnly She
Only she remains by my side
The fragrance of cream and matcha floated on the tip of her nose. This was Lu Yinxi’s favorite matcha-flavored cake, as delicate and soft as clouds.
Unfortunately, being in the police station, she had no mood to savor it carefully. She swallowed the cake whole into her stomach, hastily finishing this birthday.
Jian Qing pulled out a tissue from the table and carefully wiped the cream from the corner of her lips.
She raised her chin, looking at Jian Qing, obediently allowing Jian Qing to wipe.
The corners of her eyes were still a bit red, her long eyelashes wet with tears. After saying “don’t cry,” she indeed didn’t shed another tear. Her clear and bright eyes kept staring at Jian Qing, as if afraid Jian Qing would disappear.
A female police officer beside them joked: “You two sisters have such a good relationship.”
“Here, I only have her,” Lu Yinxi said.
Hearing this, Jian Qing looked at the space between Lu Yinxi’s eyebrows, without saying a word.
She also only had her.
Her mother was gone, her enemy was gone, and her only faith had also been destroyed.
Everything was gone.
Only she remained by her side.
Lu Yinxi held Jian Qing’s hand as they left the public security bureau.
At the end of the month, the green leaves on both sides of the road were gradually turning yellow.
The weather turned cool, a thin chill assailing people.
Jian Qing was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt.
She stood at the entrance of the police station, squinting her eyes, surveying this unfamiliar world.
The afternoon autumn sun made her feel nauseous in her stomach.
Lu Yinxi took off her own long-sleeved jacket and gave it to her to wear.
She didn’t put it on, but took it, held it in her arms, and lowered her head to sniff it.
A familiar faint fragrance, a scent that could make her feel at ease.
After getting in the car, Lu Yinxi turned on the air conditioning and heater.
Jian Qing sat in the passenger seat, about to fasten the seatbelt, when Lu Yinxi leaned over and fastened it for her.
After fastening it, she didn’t move away.
Her palm smoothly caressed her waist, her shoulder, her cheek.
The warm palm rested on her cheek as Lu Yinxi carefully examined her face.
Gaunt cheeks, dark purple eye circles, dry and cracked lips…
She had become thinner and more haggard.
Last time in the disaster area, she was also this haggard and thin, even more disheveled, with distinct scratches on her neck and arms.
But at that time, her eyes were still firm and bright.
Now, her eyes drooped, and there wasn’t a single wound on her entire body; all the scars were carved into her heart.
Deeply engraved, dripping with fresh blood.
“I want to touch your eyelashes,” Lu Yinxi said softly.
Jian Qing obediently closed her eyes, her upper and lower lashes pressed together.
Lu Yinxi used the pad of her index finger to gently trace along the curve of the eyelashes.
“I want to kiss you.”
Jian Qing opened her eyes: “This you don’t need to say out loud.”
Her gaze was faint, difficult to discern joy or sorrow.
She almost never lost composure, perfectly controlling all emotions.
Love, anger, hatred, all lay dormant beneath a calm exterior.
Except for that day, when she was locked inside the door, heard Lu Yinxi’s voice outside, frantically called out her name, pounded on the door, wanting to get out.
Lu Yinxi had always thought she couldn’t see through her.
But now she understood, she was actually very easy to understand, her love and hate were both especially simple.
Love was whole-hearted love, hate was bone-deep hate, and when she didn’t care, she didn’t care about anything.
Lu Yinxi leaned in closer, tilted her head, and pressed her lips against Jian Qing’s somewhat dry and cracked lips.
A gentle touch.
The warm breath exhaled from their nostrils hit each other’s cheeks.
Lu Yinxi felt her temperature, felt her presence.
After gently pressing together for a few seconds, Lu Yinxi reluctantly separated, twisted her body back to the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove towards home.
The car passed by the First Affiliated Hospital in the city center, and Jian Qing glanced in the direction of the hospital.
Lu Yinxi didn’t stop, driving straight away.
Jian Qing turned her head and asked, “Aren’t we going home?”
“We are,” Lu Yinxi answered, “But not to the apartment opposite the hospital. We’re going back to the one in the university town.”
Jian Qing made a sound of acknowledgment, didn’t ask for the reason, and followed Lu Yinxi’s arrangement.
Lu Yinxi concentrated on driving.
He Baozhen’s family had somehow obtained the address of the apartment opposite the hospital where Jian Qing lived.
They couldn’t enter that residential area, so they gathered a group of people, staying at the entrance of the community all day, hanging banners, posting advertisements, publicizing the matter of Jian Qing selling fake medicine.
This home in the university town was where Jian Qing would stay overnight when she came here for classes.
She had rented here since her student days, and now many medical-related textbooks could still be seen in the house.
Physiology, Biochemistry, Systematic Anatomy, Medical Immunology, Internal Medicine, Surgery…
Jian Qing returned home, and as soon as she entered, seeing the blue and white covered books on the living room bookshelf, she took out two empty boxes.
She threw the medical books one by one onto the floor.
Lu Yinxi walked over and casually flipped through them.
The covers of most books were curled and yellowed, filled with dense notes inside.
Jian Qing took a pack of tissues, wiped the covers of the medical books one by one, then packed them into cardboard boxes, sealed them with tape, and moved them into the storage room.
From now on, she would no longer practice medicine, unwilling to have any contact with medical-related matters.
Lu Yinxi looked at Jian Qing, feeling heartache, with nothing else to say.
At night, lying in bed, Jian Qing faced the wall, her back to Lu Yinxi.
She had been almost silent tonight, speaking less than usual.
Lu Yinxi embraced her waist from behind, body pressed close to her, like a neglected cat, murmuring softly: “Pay attention to me.”
Jian Qing listened to the heartbeat of the person behind her and said: “Don’t be so impulsive in the future.”
She was referring to the incident when Lu Yinxi smashed someone with a flower pot at the hospital that day.
She could use any means necessary, get her hands bloody, stained with countless blemishes, but she didn’t want Lu Yinxi to go against her conscience for her.
The feeling of being tormented by hatred was unpleasant.
“Mm.” Lu Yinxi obediently agreed, without defending herself.
At that time, she was indeed overwhelmed by hatred, losing her rationality, but she hadn’t intended to kill that middle-aged woman, only wanting to silence her.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have first provoked the middle-aged woman, forcing her to make the first move, before she counterattacked.
The counterattack was also only aimed at the woman’s forehead, not the vulnerable temple.
The frontal bone of the forehead is one of the harder bones, shaped like an arched bridge structure, able to disperse impact force. Hitting like that, there was a high probability it wouldn’t kill someone, unless one hit the temple with force.
Jian Qing asked: “Did she come to cause you trouble afterward?”
“Yes. Originally, the doctor only put a piece of gauze on her forehead, but she bought a roll of gauze herself, wrapped it around several times, smeared some chicken blood on it, said she was hit very seriously, had a concussion, wanted to call the police to arrest me, wanted me to compensate for medical expenses. So I called the police right in front of her.
When the police came, they asked her to produce the doctor’s diagnosis, but she couldn’t. It was Yan Miaomiao who had stitched her up, and there was no diagnosis of concussion written in her medical record.
I took the police to check the surveillance footage outside your department’s office, and told the police that according to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, she was provoking troubles, disturbing public order, and insulting medical staff. She was the party at fault, she was the one who made the first move. The police took her away for questioning and detention.”
Jian Qing turned around and held Lu Yinxi tightly in her arms.
Lu Yinxi said softly: “You think I’m younger than you and don’t want to tell me many things, but actually I can take good care of myself, and I can also take good care of you. I’m really not 20 years old, you can’t treat me like a little pet raised at home.”
Jian Qing made a sound of acknowledgment but didn’t speak again.
Lu Yinxi also didn’t speak again, quietly nestling in her embrace, playing with her hair.
A quiet embrace could soothe the heart more than words.
The Health Commission of Jiangzhou City issued a notice: Ordering Jian Qing to suspend her professional activities for one year, and ordering the hospital to deal with the involved doctor and related responsible persons.
Once a hospital has an incident, it must inevitably implicate the leadership.
Hu Jianjun was Jian Qing’s mentor, as well as her direct superior and the deputy leader of the Oncology Department. He and the hospital’s Section Chief Jiang were summoned together to the Health Commission for an admonitory talk.
The provincial Health Commission issued a notice to all hospitals in the province, explicitly prohibiting doctors from recommending unapproved drugs, forbidding hospitals from using patients’ self-provided medications, and launching an investigation. Doctors who had previously recommended unapproved drugs to patients must register and file records.
In the morning, during the chief’s ward rounds, Hu Jianjun’s medical team was missing Jian Qing, and the intern Zhao Wenqian had also returned to her original hospital. Hu Jianjun transferred an attending physician from the palliative care ward to take over Jian Qing’s work.
When they reached bed 21, the patient in bed 21 was a lung cancer patient from a rural area, who had been under Hu Jianjun’s treatment all along.
Previously, the chemotherapy drug Hu Jianjun recommended for her was not available in this hospital. Her daughter had almost walked through all the hospitals and pharmacies in the city before buying this drug, bringing it into the hospital, and requesting the nurses to use it.
Before Jian Qing’s incident, it had been used in the department, with good therapeutic effects.
This was the last course of treatment.
But this time upon admission, the doctors dared not give orders for her chemotherapy.
Her daughter had been begging for several days, pleading with doctors and nurses to give her mother the medication.
Today, as Hu Jianjun led the department staff on grand rounds, the patient’s daughter cried and begged Hu Jianjun: “Chief, I beg you, this is the medicine I spent a lot of money on and searched many places to buy. Even if something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with your hospital. It’s the last course of treatment, we’ve been using it all along, please let us use it.”
Hu Jianjun explained helplessly: “It’s not that we don’t want to use it, but the hospital has notified us not to use medications from outside the hospital. The last doctor who used outside medication, my student, has already been suspended and taken away. Do you think I dare let my doctors use it now?”
Hearing this, the patient’s daughter’s eyes were full of despair and helplessness. She looked towards her mother on the hospital bed.
The mother on the bed, withered in appearance, emaciated to skin and bones, looked at her daughter and shook her head slightly, indicating not to insist anymore.
In the ward, everyone fell silent, watching this mother and daughter.
Hu Jianjun turned away with mixed emotions, his subordinate doctors and students following, leaving behind this desperate mother and daughter.
He walked with heavy steps, checking and inquiring room by room.
Searching his conscience, teaching ward rounds, teaching ward rounds, what was he teaching his students now?
He taught them to stand by and watch people die.
This was just one example from their department. In other wards, other hospitals, other cities, how many patients could be saved but couldn’t be?
The author has something to say:
Don’t break my streak of little red flowers! I only found out last time that you need to update more than 3000 words to get a little red flower. There were a few days when I only updated a bit over 2000, and I foolishly went to ask the website administrators why I didn’t get a little red flower. Thinking about it now, it’s really socially embarrassing orz
The counterattack will be in the next chapter!
Imagine a class action lawsuit from all the patients that have to suffer now, towards the singular shitty family that’s responsible. Bury them in so much debt that even their great(x10)-grandkids will be born bankrupt