The Nation's Beloved Little Sister

At the Wen household, Zhou Ru had been struggling for days to find a suitable family doctor who could help improve Old Lady Wen's health.

The family's previous doctor, Dr. Sun, had severed ties with the Wens after his son was expelled from school—a scandal that left their relationship irreparably damaged. Rumors swirled that the Sun family was now embroiled in internal chaos. Their hospital had recently been hit by a wave of scandals, with long-buried medical malpractice cases surfacing one after another, eroding public trust and tarnishing their once-stellar reputation.

Zhou Ru had no intention of reaching out to them again.

Wen Xinyue descended the stairs. "Mom, how's it going with finding a doctor for Grandma?"

Zhou Ru sighed deeply. "I'm still looking into it. Don't worry about it; just focus on your studies. I'll take care of everything."

Xinyue smiled and pulled out her phone. "There's some news from Nan City today that you should see."

A young physician at Xihua Hall had suddenly gained fame through word-of-mouth recommendations from elderly patients who trusted traditional Chinese medicine. With her remarkable acupuncture skills, Ji Chuxing had quickly become a sensation among the city's senior citizens.

Thanks to the popularity of short videos, not only did Ji Chuxing rise to prominence, but Xihua Hall also benefited from the attention. However, during consultations, she insisted that no one photograph her face. Instead, many captured her from behind.

In the video, a girl dressed in a white shirt and black pants, her long hair cascading down her back, wore a mask covering most of her face, revealing only one calm, steady eye. Her hands moved with precision as she performed acupuncture, exuding confidence and skill.

This twenty-second covertly filmed clip had already garnered over a million views within half a day, spreading like wildfire among middle-aged and elderly residents of Nan City.

"Mom, what do you think?" Xinyue asked.

"I've heard about this too. I was planning to visit Xihua Hall, but when I went, she wasn't there. She's so young—isn't it a bit exaggerated?" Zhou Ru voiced her skepticism.

"Maybe Xihua Hall is buying traffic."

"It's unlikely. Do you remember who the senior doctor at Xihua Hall is? It's Shen Daozhang. Online speculation suggests this doctor might come from a prestigious medical family, have studied abroad, or be a disciple of a renowned physician. They say she was hired by Xihua Hall for a substantial sum."

"People are even saying that Shen Daozhang wants to take her as his successor!"

"Really?"

"That's what they're saying online."

"Alright, I'll check it out tomorrow."

Meanwhile, at Bo Yanchen's residence.

Though Fang He thought his master was being somewhat ruthless, he breathed a sigh of relief when Ji Chuxing finished packing away her acupuncture needles and returned to her room.

"Master…" he hesitated.

Just watching Ji Chuxing perform acupuncture made his knees weak, while Bo Yanchen's shirt was drenched with sweat, indicating he wasn't having an easy time either.

Bo Yanchen, however, seemed lost in thought, chuckling softly as if he hadn't endured immense pain moments ago.

Fang He looked at him, speechless.

Bo Yanchen quickly regained his composure. "How's the investigation going?"

Fang He became more serious. "We can't trace it."

A few days earlier, they discovered a new account on a resource website purchasing a batch of herbs that Bo Yanchen had also been tracking. This was the first time such a thing had happened, prompting Fang He to investigate further. He tried cracking the account but found it impossible, unable to determine its location or even identify where in the world the account holder resided. Their system had even been subjected to a counter-attack.

"Master, I failed."

Bo Yanchen rubbed the prayer beads on his wrist, deep in thought. "Keep monitoring it. Don't make any rash moves for now."

"Yes, Master."

The next morning, Ji Chuxing struggled to get up and ended up sleeping in the car until they reached the school gate. But as soon as she entered the campus, she noticed something unusual.

Near the entrance, a large crowd had gathered, with reporters stationed outside. Ji Chuxing saw a group escorting a girl into the school. Many held signs and flowers bearing the name "Tang Chuxin."

Ji Chuxing paid it no mind and, still half-asleep, headed toward Class 16. Along the way, she overheard excited chatter.

"Tang Chuxin is finally back!"

"Quick, get her autograph!"

"Find a good spot to see our goddess!"

The group, surrounded by flowers, filled the pathway, leaving a trail of petals behind them. The crushed petals stuck to the ground, making it messy.

Ji Chuxing grew impatient with the slow progress.

Suddenly, amidst the noise, she heard a whistling sound. A basketball flew from the nearby playground, heading straight for the crowd.

The ball was aimed directly at a cleaning lady, who froze in fear, unable to move. Her eyes widened in terror.

With a swift motion, Ji Chuxing deflected the ball, sending it crashing into a sign on the side of the road. The sign shattered, revealing a red fire hydrant underneath. Tang Chuxin's portrait on the sign was damaged and lay in pieces.

The cleaning lady, regaining her senses, thanked Ji Chuxing. "Thank you, student."

The commotion drew the attention of the surrounding crowd, and seeing the damaged portrait of Tang Chuxin, they were outraged.

"Who did this?" someone shouted.

All eyes turned to Ji Chuxing, who stood with her hands in her pockets.

Tang Chuxin, a former child star and top student at Nan High School, was known as the "National Sister." After months away filming and appearing on variety shows, she had returned, and her fans had prepared a grand welcome. They had spent lavishly decorating the school path with promotional materials featuring her image.

Seeing the damaged sign, the fans were furious.

A group surrounded Ji Chuxing, demanding answers.

"What do you mean by this? You broke the sign we made for Chuxin. Did you do it on purpose? Are you a professional hater?"

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

"Do you even know who Chuxin is? Of course not—you're just a country bumpkin."

The cleaning lady, unable to bear it, tried to explain. "She didn't do it on purpose. A basketball was flying towards me, and she stopped it. If she hadn't, the ball would have hit you…"

Before she could finish, someone pushed her aside. "Get lost! It's none of your business, you filthy old woman. Stay away from our Chuxin!"

The cleaning lady nearly stumbled into a flower bed, but Ji Chuxing steadied her. Her face expressionless, she looked at the girl who had pushed the cleaning lady. "Apologize."

The girl, initially stunned, then laughed. "Apologize? What a joke!"

"Do you know who we are? Why should we apologize to this dirty cleaner?"

The crowd watched Ji Chuxing, amused. "You broke Chuxin's sign. Why should we apologize? We should be the ones asking for an apology. Fans, take a picture of her and share it online!"

The crowd whipped out their phones, snapping photos. The cleaning lady, flustered, watched as Ji Chuxing shielded her from the cameras.

Soon, the incident trended online: "Tang Chuxin's sign maliciously destroyed." With millions of fans, Tang Chuxin's supporters could easily drown anyone in criticism.

Tang Chuxin, at the front of the crowd, glanced back, frowning slightly at the sight of her broken sign. But, overwhelmed by the enthusiastic fans, she hurried to her classroom.

Ji Chuxing, meanwhile, remained surrounded.

"You need to fix the sign and live-stream the process, then kneel and apologize to the fans. Otherwise, prepare for a full-scale doxxing."

"Don't mess with Chuxin's fans. You don't know who you're dealing with!"