The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity

Chu Yan sat beside the hospital bed, skillfully peeling an apple, then handed it to Qin Wan.

He glanced at Qin Zhao and said teasingly, "No need to apologize, it's not a big deal. But you can't kick me out; I have nowhere else to stay but in the hospital office."

"You were living in the hospital office when you two were separated?"

In Qin Wan's eyes, there was a look of pity; this poor kid really had it rough.

Having to deal with their Qin Zhao was like a good cabbage getting gnawed by a pig.

Qin Wan said solemnly to Qin Zhao, "Zhaozhao, when someone treats you well, you must cherish it and not let them down. Otherwise, you will face retribution someday."

"He faces retribution, but I won't!"

"What retribution can he face? Chu Yan falling for you is like getting bad luck for eight lifetimes."

"....." Clearly, she was the unlucky one!

"Alright, he doesn't blame you, just bring him home quickly."

Qin Wan patted Chu Yan's hand and said guiltily, "Chu Yan, our Zhaozhao is young and impulsive, so please be more patient with him.

If she bullies you again in the future, just tell your aunt, and I'll defend you."

Chu Yan chuckled lightly, "Okay."

Qin Zhao: "........"

The two walked out of the ward, Chu Yan still pulling his suitcase.

When Qin Zhao turned around, she saw his expression was cold and indifferent, still the unapproachable genius doctor, without a trace of innocence or pity.

Yes, this two-faced nature of his.

In her past life, he had deceived her completely, and this life, he was tricking her aunt!

She said sarcastically, "How long do you plan to keep up this act? Aren't you tired of performing in front of my aunt every day? You shouldn't be a doctor, you should be an actor."

Chu Yan glanced at her nonchalantly, "Acting is quite interesting."

Qin Zhao carefully closed the door of the ward, and after a while, she chuckled softly.

"So, you really like me?"

Chu Yan paused, his gaze deepening.

"What if I do?"

"It's better if you don't."

She looked up at him, a faint smile on her lips.

But the words she uttered were utterly cruel, she said, "Your affection disgusts me profoundly. There's nothing cheaper in this world than your affection."

Qin Zhao didn't care how Chu Yan would react to hearing this.

She pushed him away and quickly left.

Just like she said, his affection disgusted her profoundly.

So every touch and every conversation with him was equally revolting to her.

Chu Yan never thought that someone's disgust could be so fierce and reasonless, his face slowly drained of color, his heart twisted in pain.

"Dr. Chu, there's a surgery later."

The assistant came to find him; there wasn't supposed to be any surgery this morning, but Dr. Chu had transferred Wu Guanrong, who had arrived yesterday, to his own care. Wu Guanrong didn't have any complicated disease, and the assistant was somewhat confused about why he had taken the case.

"Delay it by half an hour."

Chu Yan handed his suitcase to the assistant and walked out of the inpatient department.

He aimlessly wandered around the hospital, searching through all the memories from his childhood to adulthood, but still couldn't find a reason why Qin Zhao disliked him so much.

Just like he didn't understand why he cared so much about her disdain.

"Meow~"

From the bushes, a few weak meows could be heard.

Pitifully distinct.

Chu Yan stopped in his tracks when he saw a frail orange cat lying behind the bushes, its hind legs covered in blood, forcing it to stay put. Through the wet eyes peering out of the bushes, it looked at him uneasily.

The hospital courtyard was always home to many stray cats.

Chu Yan had seen them several times, sometimes feeding them out of boredom.

He walked over, squatted beside it, and said indifferently, "No one wants you, you're really pitiful."

"Meow~"

The orange cat meowed again, a very weak sound, as if it lacked strength.

It licked its injured hind leg.

Chu Yan earnestly said to it, "Don't sound so pitiful, the more pitiful you sound, the more ridiculous people will think you are."

His fingertips gently brushed over the orange cat's small head; it affectionately rubbed against him.

He paused for a moment, murmuring, "It turns out that the truly sincere things in life are the cheapest and most disgusting to others." But still, I long so much for so many wonderful things.

Throughout his life, many people said he didn't deserve it, that he was born from the dirt and couldn't aspire to more.

No one understood that the dashing Dr. Chu, standing amidst the bustling city, had spent so much effort, had paid so many prices.

He always remembered his mother's last advice:

If you want it, go for it, you deserve all the world's beauty.

He had strived very hard, starting from carrying a backpack at sixteen, from the remote Northwest to the Imperial City, commencing with suing his biological father in court.

He had done many things others wouldn't dare to, many things he shouldn't have. Therefore, he had obtained a lot of power, status, and wealth that others could only dream of.

But now, it seemed there was a beauty he couldn't touch no matter how hard he tried.

Why did they have to hate him so much?

Couldn't they just not hate him? Not hating would be enough.

Leave me a sliver of delusion.

Chu Yan picked up the injured orange cat, asking, "Shall I take you home?"

It seemed to understand, comfortably nestling in his arms.

"Dr. Chu, Wu Guanrong is waiting for surgery."

"Let him wait."

Chu Yan went to the operating room, placed the orange cat on the operating table, cleaned its wounds, corrected the fracture, then carefully wrapped it up and took it to his office.

He softly instructed it, "Don't run around, I have to go work now, I'll take you home later."

The orange cat nestled on his desk, meowing once.

Chu Yan closed the door and told his assistant, "Bring Wu Guanrong over."

In the operating room, Wu Guanrong nearly rolled off the table upon seeing him.

He remembered this man!

Chu Yan held him down and said calmly, "Don't be nervous, it's just a minor operation, the fluid in your lungs hasn't been completely removed. By the way, no one has ever died on my operating table."

They used very little anesthesia, and Wu Guanrong was in agonizing pain.

Chu Yan operated while chatting with others.

"I got married, I'll treat you to wedding candy someday."

"When did this happen?"

"Ah? Dr. Chu, you got married?"

The nurses were all shocked.

Dr. Chu was the dream lover of many female medical staff at the hospital, and it felt like their dreams were shattered in an instant.

"Um, my wife's name is Qin Zhao, she's a celebrity, have you heard of her?"

Wu Guanrong felt suddenly breathless and, rolling his eyes, fainted.

Just before he passed out, two words crossed his mind: it's over.

The operation was very successful, the prolonged soaking in water hadn't really affected Wu Guanrong. But both surgeries were performed by Chu Yan using very little anesthesia, causing him to endure the agony of feeling near-death twice.