I Owe My Success to You

Su Weiwei gripped her phone tightly.

With her red, swollen eyes wide open, she reread the text message over and over. Finally, in a panic, she grabbed her car keys and dashed out. Along the way, she stumbled and fell.

She didn't even bother to wipe the blood off her knees. She got into her car, slammed on the accelerator, and sped off—heading straight for Haicheng Hospital.

The moment she entered the hospital, she darted around like a headless chicken.

As a pampered young lady, she had no clue about hospital procedures. Usually, her entourage of admirers would handle everything for her. Now, only a nurse stepped forward to ask what she needed.

Su Weiwei, her hair in disarray, managed to sob out a few words.

The nurse's face turned serious and immediately led her to the special care department.

Without even saying thank you, Su Weiwei rushed inside.

Half an hour later, she finally came to her senses and burst into tears.

The doctor reassured her, "It's okay. Since you got the shot in time, there won't be any major issues. You just need to rest and stay under observation for a few days."

"I… I want to stay in the hospital!"

Su Weiwei didn't dare to leave. She wanted to remain under the hospital's watchful eyes for her own peace of mind.

After much insistence, the hospital admitted her.

A nurse guided her to a room and helped her into a hospital gown.

In the quiet of her hospital room, Su Weiwei finally had a chance to pull out her phone and carefully examine the text message.

It was from Fang Anni.

It warned her that Mo Jiajun had a certain contagious disease and advised her to get a preventive shot immediately, or the consequences could be severe. Su Weiwei didn't bother to verify the truth of the claim—she simply couldn't afford to take the risk.

Her reputation was already in tatters. If she contracted an illness on top of that, it would be worse than death.

Taking a deep breath, she wiped her tears and dialed Fang Anni's number.

"Hello, Fang Anni. Are you messing with me?" Su Weiwei's voice was filled with sobs.

On the other end, the woman sounded calm. "Did you get the shot?"

"Yes."

"Good. As your former friend, I may have stolen your man, but it's not like we're mortal enemies," Fang Anni said indifferently. "I truly love Huo Beiting. The news about Mo Jiajun was just something I heard through the grapevine. As long as you got the shot, you're out of danger."

"Su Weiwei, you're so naive. Next time, don't hurt others only to end up hurting yourself. That tiny brain of yours isn't even as big as a dog's."

"Don't lecture me! Huo Beiting is trash—you can keep him! I won't fight you for him anymore. Let's consider this even!"

Su Weiwei hung up abruptly.

She didn't know why, but a wave of bitterness swept through her heart.

She had only wanted to reclaim everything she'd lost.

Who wouldn't like a man like Huo Xingzhou?

How could someone like Qiao Xi—a countryside girl—possibly deserve him? Even with her title as an apprentice of traditional medicine, what was she really? A stinky doctor serving others!

…

The next day.

It was Qiao Xi's first day back at the hospital after taking leave.

Cheng Han's daily acupuncture treatments had significantly improved the flexibility of her fingers.

The moment she stepped into the hospital, the doctors and nurses from the Acupuncture and Rehabilitation Department surrounded her.

"Qiao Xi, you're finally back!"

"Dr. Qiao, the Acupuncture and Rehabilitation Department has been busier than ever recently. Many patients are lining up to see Dr. Yan, hoping you're still working in his clinic."

"Qiao Xi, this is for you."

Shu Xue handed her a bouquet of flowers. "Welcome back."

"Thank you!"

Qiao Xi took the flowers, cradled them in her arms, and softly expressed her gratitude.

"No need to be so polite. We've been through so much together. Your husband even gave me the most expensive phone on the market—I feel a bit embarrassed." Shu Xue linked arms with her, smiling even more brightly.

"You deserve it," Qiao Xi replied.

The mention of it reminded her that she still hadn't reimbursed Huo Xingzhou.

She decided to ask him how much he'd spent later, though the thought of last night made her cheeks flush.

"Shu Xue, I need to report to Dr. Yan."

"Go ahead. Don't forget to invite me to lunch later."

"Sure."

After parting with Shu Xue, Qiao Xi made her way to Dr. Yan's office.

Along the way, many people greeted her warmly or looked at her with kind smiles.

Only one person, dressed in a hospital gown, stood in the corner staring at her with a cold expression.

Qiao Xi paused for a moment, then walked around the person.

But the figure clearly had no intention of letting her go.

"Qiao Xi!"

Su Weiwei shouted loudly.

Qiao Xi stopped and turned to her. "Do you need something?"

Suppressing her anger, Su Weiwei asked, "What's your relationship with Mo Jiajun? Why would he help you?"

"What?"

Qiao Xi was confused—she didn't even know Mo Jiajun.

"Don't play dumb! Last night, it should've been you… but instead, I became the unlucky one. Did Huo Xingzhou end up being your prize?"

Su Weiwei accused her.

Piecing things together, Qiao Xi quickly guessed the situation.

"Last night, you planned to drug me and Mr. Huo, but somehow ended up taking it yourself, right?" she asked coldly. "I don't know who Mo Jiajun is, but I do know you got what you deserved."

"You… that drug was meant for you!"

Su Weiwei glared at her viciously. "I owe my situation to you!"

"Su Weiwei, I've never wronged you. The substitute marriage was your idea with Zhao Yuzhen. I was perfectly content living quietly in the countryside," Qiao Xi reminded her.

But her words only infuriated Su Weiwei further.

"What are you so proud of? Proud that you married Huo Xingzhou by sheer luck?"

Su Weiwei sneered. "Do you think he loves you? All he cares about is your face!"

Qiao Xi didn't want to argue further. "I have work to do."

She turned and walked away.

Su Weiwei shouted after her, "You'll suffer more than I do someday! What's the point of your brief moment of glory? If you knew the truth about the car accident…"

Qiao Xi dismissed the rantings of a madwoman and headed straight for Dr. Yan's office.

Hearing voices inside, she knocked on the door.

"Come in," Dr. Yan called.

Qiao Xi opened the door and immediately saw Dr. Yan and Director Xu Shouxian.

"Dr. Yan, Director Xu," she greeted them politely.

"Come in!" Dr. Yan's usually stern face lit up with joy. "You could've rested a few more days. No need to rush back to work."

"My left hand is fine now, and my right hand is recovering well. I'd like to help out where I can."

"Like calling out patient numbers?"

"I was just telling Director Xu that you're a diligent young talent," Dr. Yan remarked.

Qiao Xi glanced at Xu Shouxian. Their last encounter had been during the press conference, and the one before that hadn't ended well.

Now, face to face, neither knew what to say.

Xu Shouxian's expression remained aloof as he said, "Qiao Xi, I need to discuss something with you. Let's talk outside."