Peerless Beauty – Chapter 110
by Little PandaEncounter
Meeting in the vast sea of humanity
Hospital departments are internally divided into medical teams, and Gu Mingyu is not a doctor in the lung cancer team.
Lu Yinxi doesn’t expect her mother to know much.
She just hopes that she can step in and help her contact Uncle Zhao, a relative in the Public Security Bureau, to use the public security system to check if there is a doctor called “Jian Qing” in this world.
Gu Mingyu paused her vegetable chopping and looked at Lu Yinxi, asking suspiciously, “Why are you inquiring about doctors in the oncology department? Are you feeling unwell?”
As she spoke, her hand, smelling of garlic, reached out to feel Lu Yinxi’s neck, checking for any swollen lymph nodes.
Lu Yinxi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Mom, I’m not sick. I just want to find this person.”
A person who appeared in her dreams.
She then told another lie without changing her expression: “It’s an online friend. Our company is interested in her experience and wants to find her to help us make a movie about tumors.”
Gu Mingyu withdrew her hand: “How would I remember that? There are so many doctors in the country, and I’m not in lung cancer. If your father were still here, he was in oncology, he might have known those junior doctors.”
She has a certain reputation in the local area, only the younger generation remembers her name, but she doesn’t remember the names of the younger generation.
“Can you ask Uncle Zhao to help me find her?”
“Even if he could, your Uncle Zhao would only be able to check if such a person exists locally. He doesn’t have the authority to check outside the area. Is she a licensed physician?”
“Yes.”
“Then you can go to the Health Commission’s official website yourself. Click on the ‘Doctor Practice Registration Information Inquiry’ section, input the name, province, and hospital, and see if you can find this person. Police only investigate people’s information for cases. Don’t casually ask people to check for you; that’s misuse of public power for private purposes.” Gu Mingyu lectured her righteously.
Lu Yinxi nodded, accepting the reprimand.
If she knew the province and hospital, she wouldn’t need to ask anyone; she’d go straight there.
At noon, the mother and daughter had lunch together.
They didn’t talk much. Gu Mingyu kept piling meat into Lu Yinxi’s bowl, and Lu Yinxi ate it all, wolfing it down.
During her days off at home, Lu Yinxi used various connections and offered substantial rewards to help find the person. She also printed out a list of affiliated university hospitals in provincial capitals and first- and second-tier cities across the country, inputting them one by one on the Health Commission’s website to search for matching information. At the same time, she didn’t give up searching for the novel she had read before.
Every night, she found it difficult to fall asleep, tossing and turning in bed, longing for Jian Qing.
Unable to sleep, she would get up again, turn on the computer, and attempt to fish out even the slightest thread of relevant information from the vast ocean of the internet.
She dared not imagine what she would do if it all turned out to be just a dream, and those people and events couldn’t be found at all.
Or, if those people and events did exist, but in a space and dimension that couldn’t be touched, what would Jian Qing do?
If they could never meet again in this life, it would be no different from being separated by life and death.
Search, search, search, she could only keep searching endlessly.
Lu Yinxi put her work aside and took a two-week leave from her company and team, canceling many activities to focus entirely on finding this person.
If such a person didn’t exist in this world, then she would search for a way to return to that world.
If she couldn’t see Jian Qing again in this life, she would never love anyone else for the rest of her days.
Two weeks later, the person she had hired at great expense sent her a messageβ
γThere is such a doctor in Shanghai, but a year ago, her license was suspended for prescribing fake medicine. She’s no longer working at the hospital. When asking people at the hospital, they all say they can’t contact her, her phone is unreachable, and there’s no one at her home. They don’t know where she’s gone. I’ll keep investigating.γ
Lu Yinxi immediately bought a plane ticket and flew to Shanghai.
Gurgle gurgle, the sound of bubbles in the water.
A cramped bathroom, tightly closed doors and windows, dim light.
Bloody razor blades and opened narcotic drugs scattered on the floor. In the corner bathtub, crimson and pure white mixed.
The crimson was blood, gushing from the ulnar artery at the wrist. The pure white was foam, like handfuls of snow, covering the body.
With a “splash,” someone emerged from the water.
The woman was completely naked, her wet long hair disheveled and spread across her back, covering the blood-red tattoo on her shoulder blade.
She came out of the water, covering the artery on her left wrist. Her face was unusually pale due to excessive blood loss.
She turned on the faucet, washed and rinsed the wound, quickly walked out of the bathroom, pulled out a first-aid kit, bandaged herself to stop the bleeding, then wrapped the wound with plastic wrap. She then returned to the bathroom to shower, washing away the blood from her body.
After lying in the bathtub and attempting suicide by cutting her wrist, during the brief period of unconsciousness, she had two dreams.
In the first dream, she killed the human trafficker who caused her sister’s death and pushed the trafficker’s daughter into a pool of formaldehyde, intending to drown her. Afterwards, she was haunted by medical disputes. Before the medical dispute instigators could take her to court, she poisoned and burned the entire family of the medical dispute instigators to death. Kill, kill, kill, the dream was full of slaughter, her world stained red with blood. Finally, the person she cared about most committed suicide, leaving her. She lost all interest in life, took drugs, lay in the snow, and silently waited for death.
In the second dream, she met a different person, someone as soft as clouds.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
For that person, she was willing to let go of all hatred, not to seek revenge on anyone. Even if her faith was ultimately destroyed, she would just leave with that person for a distant place to heal their wounds in silence.
But in the end, that person still disappeared, leaving her once againβ¦
The scenes from the dream were vivid in her mind. She touched her forehead, trying hard to remember the name of that person from the dreamβ
“Lu Yinxi, it’s the ‘Lu Yinxi’ from the phrase ‘Frost falls as bears climb trees, forests empty as deer drink from streams.’ I was born in winter, and my mother said she had a dream where she saw a small deer leaping through the forest to drink water at a stream, so she gave me this nameβ¦ It’s easy to remember.”
Lu Yinxi.
Lu Yinxi.
As the memories from the dream gradually faded, she repeated this name silently, afraid of forgetting it. She quickly dried herself, put on her clothes, came out of the bathroom, found paper and pen, and wrote down the three characters “Lu Yinxi.”
After writing the last stroke of the character “xi,” she suddenly couldn’t remember why she was writing this name.
Her memories were like scattered sand; as the wind blew, they dispersed bit by bit.
She watched helplessly as her memories slipped away.
After a while, she looked down at the writing on the paperβ
Lu Yinxi.
“Frost falls as bears climb trees, forests empty as deer drink from streams.”
It seemed to be the name of some actress.
Why had she suddenly written down this name?
“How much do you know about the new 2020 regulations? The 12th meeting of the 13th National People’s Congress passed the revised γDrug Administration Lawγ. The old law had 10 chapters and 104 articles, now modified to 12 chapters and 155 articles, making comprehensive and systematic changes to the drug management system. New definitions for counterfeit and substandard drugs have been made, removing circumstances treated as counterfeit or substandard drugs. New foreign drugs not yet approved domestically will no longer be treated as counterfeit drugs.”
Jian Qing drove while listening to the radio host explain the new 2020 regulations, heading towards the hospital.
Upon arriving at the hospital’s medical affairs department, the department head and the medical affairs director were waiting for her with prepared tea.
The medical affairs director earnestly advised: “Dr. Xiaojian, starting tomorrow, you’ll be back at work in the hospital. Being able to regain courage and start anew makes you top-notch.” He gave a thumbs up and continued, “Fortunately this time, it didn’t blow up or make the news. You were punished for a year, but in the future, you must be extremely careful about medical safety.”
The department head said: “Now that the law has changed, we can recommend new drugs in compliance with regulations. Where did you go these past few days? Why couldn’t we contact you?”
Jian Qing said, “A few days ago, my mother passed away. I went back to handle her funeral arrangements.”
A year ago, she had recommended a new foreign drug to a terminal patient. After the patient died, the patient’s family reported her to the Health Commission, accusing her of prescribing fake medicine and causing the patient’s death. The Health Commission ordered her to suspend her medical practice for one year.
A year later, one evening, she received a call from the hospital saying her mother had died unexpectedly.
She sent her mother’s remains to the funeral home. Returning home, feeling she had nothing left to live for in this world, she took some drugs, lay in the bathtub, and attempted suicide by cutting her wrist.
In a hazy state, she seemed to have some dreams. After waking from these dreams, she no longer wanted to end her life.
She wanted to live.
It seemed she had forgotten something.
She wanted to live, to remember those things, as if waiting for something.
Life gradually returned to normal.
Walking along the commercial street, Jian Qing’s gaze was often drawn to a billboard featuring a female celebrity.
A very beautiful actress.
Black hair, red lips, with a pure appearance, carrying a hint of delicate and clean scholarly air.
Last year, she had won the Best New Actress award for a certain art film.
Jian Qing gazed from afar at the portrait on the huge billboard, looking at the actress’s name in the upper left corner.
Lu Yinxi.
She repeated the name over and over in her heart.
Excitement, heartache, tenderness – various complex emotions mingled together. She, who had never paid attention to the entertainment world, began to follow this celebrity’s Weibo.
Weibo updates, media reports, past TV shows, movies, posters, magazines – Jian Qing collected a pile of them.
She would often gaze at this celebrity’s face, lost in thought. Some images would flash through her mind, but like fleeting reflections on water, they would quickly disappear.
The winter rain fell continuously, and pedestrians hurried along the street.
After finishing work at the hospital, Jian Qing opened a large black umbrella and walked onto the pedestrian overpass.
The overpass had a roof, and people who had forgotten to bring umbrellas hurriedly ran up to take shelter from the rain.
A street performer holding an erhu seized this opportunity to start playing his instrument.
The winter rain was desolate, the melody melancholic. As the sound of the erhu filled the air, it made people want to cry.
Those sheltering from the rain tossed coins into the performer’s bowl and asked, “Brother, what’s this tune called?”
“γTo Love’s Endγ.” (LP: From Inuyasha!)
Jian Qing glanced at the scruffy street performer, bent down to put a hundred-yuan note in his bowl, and left with her umbrella.
As she walked down from the overpass, a girl running to seek shelter from the rain nearly crashed into her.
She stepped aside to avoid the collision.
The girl wore a face mask and had her forehead covered. She glanced at Jian Qing.
What was meant to be just a casual glance became a fixed stare, as if her gaze was glued to Jian Qing, never moving away.
Jian Qing looked back at her.
Rain poured down, sliding along the girl’s cheeks to her neck. Soft strands of hair clung to her forehead, making her look beautiful and delicate, instinctively making one want to brush away those locks of hair.
Jian Qing didn’t reach out. She held her black umbrella, looking at the girl, and slightly turned her wrist, tilting the umbrella a bit towards her.
The person in front of her reddened her eyes, stumbling a step closer. Her wet eyes stared unblinkingly at the person under the umbrella.
The rain fell in a soft patter, the melancholic melody of the erhu resonating in their ears. Jian Qing tilted her umbrella a bit more towards the girl and spoke softly, “Hello?”
The person in front of her removed her mask, wiped away the rain and tears from her face, revealing a pure and beautiful countenance.
Jian Qing stared at this face, both familiar and strange, frozen in place.
The author has something to say:
In the book, Dr. Jian has no memories of reality; in reality, she has no memories of the book~~~
Man I’d sell my soul to see animated version of this novel