Qiu Zifan felt a sudden sense of relief. Divorcing Ye Shaohua had been something he had longed for, and now he could finally be with Meng Yuchen openly. The thought alone made him excited.
With a light heart, he headed to Shenxing Academy. Today was the day of the competition between Ye Shaohua and Meng Yuchen. Although Meng Yuchen’s victory was a foregone conclusion, he still wanted to be there to support her.
**
Shenxing Academy.
The viewing stands in the center of the academy were packed with people.
Countless drones hovered in the air, broadcasting the event live. When Yun Mo entered with Ye Shaohua, the entire venue erupted in commotion.
“Damn! What kind of taste does my idol have?!”
“Seeing these two together is blinding me!”
“Miss Meng, please show no mercy to that ugly woman!”
“She ruined Qiu Zifan, and now she’s going after our idol?!”
Some of the older generation frowned. “Yun Mo has great skills, but his judgment is questionable.”
Amidst the discussions, strange looks, and whispers, Yun Mo remained calm. He walked over to Principal Aige and even casually ruffled Ye Shaohua’s hair, though she swatted his hand away in annoyance.
To be honest, Officer Terr admired Yun Mo’s composure.
However, Officer Terr couldn’t bear to watch and turned his head away.
“Ye Shaohua, if you’re scared, you can admit defeat and apologize to me. I won’t force you to leave the Z Alliance,” Meng Yuchen said gently, her voice soft and kind.
Ye Shaohua didn’t even glance at her. Instead, she turned to the referee and said, “Let’s begin.”
She seemed unaffected by the online comments or the spectators’ words. As Principal Aige had said, she lived in her own world, indifferent to everyone around her.
The physician competition was simple: both participants had to calm a warrior whose energy had gone berserk. The one who could heal faster and more effectively would win.
To outsiders, it seemed impossible for Ye Shaohua to win, given her lack of experience in the medical field. That’s why many saw her as a fool.
Two warriors with highly unstable energy were brought onto the stage. One of them was Lin Yan, the young master of the Lin family—the same person Ye Shaohua had nearly killed in her past life.
After the draw, Ye Shaohua ended up with Lin Yan again.
Seeing the result, Lin Yan’s face turned pale. “I refuse! I don’t want to be crippled by this ugly woman! I demand to be taken off the stage!”
The spectators looked at Lin Yan with pity.
It would be difficult to find another patient on such short notice.
“Ye Shaohua, it seems even Young Master Lin is afraid of you,” Meng Yuchen said, a hint of mockery in her voice.
“I’ll switch with him,” the other patient, Ster, weakly raised his hand. “Referee, is that okay?”
“Are you crazy?” Ster’s friend shouted from the sidelines. “Letting her treat you is suicide!”
Ster chuckled weakly. “I’m just a commoner who managed to become a warrior. Now that I’m beyond healing and can’t contribute to my hometown anymore, this is the least I can do. At least the Lin family will owe me a favor and take care of my family.”
“I have no problem with it. Ye Shaohua, you wouldn’t object, would you? After all, Ster is the only one in the Z Alliance willing to let you treat him,” Meng Yuchen said, covering her mouth with a hand as she glanced at Ye Shaohua.
The referee also glanced at Ye Shaohua, worried she might change her mind.
Ye Shaohua pulled out a silver needle, which gleamed in the sunlight. She adjusted her glasses with her other hand. “I’m fine with it. Let’s begin.”
Relieved that she agreed, the referee immediately announced the start of the competition.
Online viewers expressed their sympathy for Ster, lamenting the poor young man.
Ster, however, remained calm. Knowing he didn’t have much time left, he smiled at Ye Shaohua. “It’s not easy for a commoner to rise up. Even if you lose, it’s okay. Do your best.”
“In my hands, it’s hard to live,” Ye Shaohua said as she inserted a needle into his sleep acupoint, “but it’s also hard to die.”
While treating Lin Yan, Meng Yuchen took a moment to glance at Ster. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to finish quickly. If there’s time, I’ll come to help you.”
Her tone made it sound like she was certain Ye Shaohua would fail.
The competition had begun, and many were watching this seemingly one-sided match. Almost everyone looked at Ye Shaohua with amusement, expecting her to fail.
However, their attention was soon captured by Meng Yuchen.
Everyone knew Meng Yuchen was a genius, but seeing her in action, calming the chaotic energy within Lin Yan, was truly awe-inspiring.
Lin Yan’s energy could be felt stabilizing, and the audience was stunned.
Even those watching the live broadcast were amazed by the sheer power of a genius physician. Meng Yuchen’s popularity skyrocketed.
In just half an hour, Meng Yuchen finished. Professionals stepped forward with specialized equipment to evaluate the results. Five minutes later, they had their answer.
After the evaluation, the professionals looked at Meng Yuchen with newfound respect.
Lin Yan’s complexion had improved significantly. He smiled and said, “Congratulations, Miss Meng.”
Then he glanced sympathetically at Ster. “He’s probably beyond saving now.”
Meng Yuchen smiled, her pride evident though she tried to remain humble. She turned her gaze toward Ye Shaohua.
The audience shook their heads at the scene. Qiu Ziting, sitting next to Qiu Zifan, smirked. “Where does Ye Shaohua get the courage to challenge Sister Meng?”
Not just her, but almost everyone in the audience thought the same. If it weren’t for her luck, Ye Shaohua wouldn’t even have the guts to stand on the same stage as Meng Yuchen.
On stage, the professionals turned to Ye Shaohua.
Ye Shaohua casually stuck the silver needle into her hair and placed her other hand in her pocket. “Go ahead and check.”
Her attitude was icy, even more arrogant than Meng Yuchen’s. The two professionals were visibly displeased.
They began their evaluation half-heartedly, but as soon as they placed the equipment on Ster, they froze.
The two professionals stood there, dumbfounded, for a full minute in front of the billions watching the Z Alliance broadcast.
Meng Yuchen spoke gently, “Teachers, please announce the results.” She sighed. “If you hand him over to me, maybe I can still save him.”
“No, that’s not it,” one of the professionals said, still in disbelief. “You won’t be needed.”
Meng Yuchen paused. “What?”
