Mrs. Ye was about to retort, “What nonsense are you spouting?” when the trauma specialist treating An Tongtong suddenly emerged from the emergency room. Spotting the buzz-cut young man, his face lit up with surprise and delight. “Mr. Liang, you’re here at the perfect time. Miss An’s condition—”
Liang Dongfang glanced at him and smiled faintly. “No need. I’m afraid I don’t have the capability to treat Miss An’s injuries.”
“Mr. Liang, you must be joking,” the trauma specialist said, taken aback. “You’re the undisputed top expert in surgery. Who would dare question your skills?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Liang Dongfang waved his hand dismissively, then turned to Ye Shaohua. “I came here mainly to take her away. She can’t afford even the slightest mishap.”
Hearing this, the trauma specialist couldn’t help but glance at Ye Shaohua.
Earlier, while in the emergency room, he had heard about the messy situation within the An family. Unlike the An family members, he was aware of the press conference scheduled in three days, and Liang Dongfang was the key figure responsible for it.
Seeing how carefully Liang Dongfang was treating Ye Shaohua, the trauma specialist’s expression shifted multiple times.
Initially, he had thought Ye Shaohua was just an ordinary girl who had been switched at birth, and he had felt some sympathy for her being overshadowed by An Tongtong.
But now, seeing Liang Dongfang’s attitude, he realized Ye Shaohua was no ordinary person.
Ye Shaohua bid farewell to Old Master An and left, leaving the two families standing in stunned silence, unable to process what had just happened.
“Doctor, who was that man just now?” Mrs. Ye asked the trauma specialist cautiously.
“That was Liang Dongfang. You must have heard of him—the top surgical expert in the field. Even if you don’t recognize him, you’ve probably seen his face in international medical journals,” the trauma specialist replied, shaking his head. “Earlier, Mr. Yao called to request the best doctor for Miss An, given her competition tomorrow. Normally, Mr. Liang doesn’t involve himself in such matters, but when he heard it was the An family, he agreed. He even prepared medical recordings. I’m curious… what exactly did you do to make him change his mind?”
This question made Mr. An instinctively look at Old Master An. “Dad, how does Shaohua know someone like that?”
It was clear from Liang Dongfang’s words that he had agreed to help solely because of Ye Shaohua.
But due to Mrs. Ye’s harsh words toward Ye Shaohua, Liang Dongfang had changed his mind and left with her.
And what did he mean by his earlier statement—
“Her hands are more important than all of your heads combined.”
Seeing their confusion, the trauma specialist shook his head and said, “Miss An has injured her ligaments. She mentioned she plays the piano, right? I can treat her, but I can’t guarantee her fingers will retain their full dexterity. If she wants to continue playing, you’ll need Mr. Liang’s expertise. But honestly… your best bet is to beg Miss Ye for help.”
With that, he left, not caring about the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces.
Mrs. Ye’s face turned pale.
Mrs. An also looked troubled. She glanced at Mrs. Ye, the latter’s harsh words still ringing in her ears—“Why couldn’t it have been you?”
It made her feel uneasy. No matter what, Ye Shaohua was her biological daughter. Hearing her adoptive mother say such things about her was deeply unsettling.
Uncle Yao, however, dismissed Liang Dongfang’s words with a scoff. How important could Ye Shaohua’s hands possibly be?
Could they really compare to An Tongtong, who was on the verge of winning awards? He turned to Mrs. An and said bluntly, “I told you not to rush into acknowledging Ye Shaohua. But you insisted on finding her, and now look what’s happened. Because of her foolish actions, Tongtong’s future is half-ruined. What are we going to do about tomorrow’s competition?”
In most people’s eyes, Ye Shaohua was just an ordinary girl raised in a modest family.
Uncle Yao had even tried to salvage her reputation after she topped the college entrance exams by gifting her a set of white jade Go pieces. But she had never used them, clearly showing no interest in Go. He didn’t even want to acknowledge her as part of the Yao family.
When he found out she had chosen to study medicine, he decided to wash his hands of her entirely.
How could someone like her possibly compare to An Tongtong, who had been groomed as an elite by the An family from a young age?
Uncle Yao was wary of Liang Dongfang, but he mostly dismissed his words as exaggeration.
The next day was the finals of the Datong Cup.
Despite her injuries, An Tongtong insisted on attending the competition to show her determination. Mrs. An, An Tingjun, and the Yao family accompanied her to the venue.
The match was against a player from H Country. Originally, An Tongtong was supposed to compete.
Her opponent was Choi Chang-soo, a three-time champion from H Country, a genius who had maintained an undefeated record for three years. Every Go player paled in comparison to him. An Tongtong had once played a friendly match against him.
Due to the language barrier and his overwhelming skill, she had been utterly defeated.
To avoid tarnishing her reputation as a Go prodigy on the global stage, she had planned her injury well in advance.
“The next match is between Contestant 09 from Hua Country and Contestant 01 from H Country, Choi Chang-soo. Contestant 09, please come forward…” The referee announced, but after a long wait, no one appeared. He looked surprised.
In the audience, Uncle Yao frowned. “What’s going on? I contacted the Go association yesterday to withdraw. Why is Tongtong’s number still listed?”
An Tongtong grew restless. She was at the venue, and if she didn’t step forward, it would be seen as desertion.
“Uncle… my hand hurts so much…”
Meanwhile, on the other side of the audience, an elderly man with graying hair looked at Ye Shaohua. “This is a matter of national pride. An Tongtong has withdrawn, and none of our backup players are willing to face Choi Chang-soo. Shaohua, it’s up to you… Fine, fine, I won’t pressure you. Mo YunChuan, must you glare at me like that? I’ll leave, alright?” He stormed off in a huff.
Ye Shaohua frowned. She had been busy preparing for the medical press conference tomorrow.
That was her main battlefield.
She had no intention of getting involved in An Tongtong’s Go affairs, but…
“It seems your country has no one brave enough to face Chang-soo,” another judge from H Country sneered, unable to hide his smugness. “In that case, I declare this match—”
The camera panned to the H Country audience, their faces filled with laughter and disdain, their arrogance on full display.
In the waiting area, the members of the Go association looked furious, but no one dared to step forward.
Facing Choi Chang-soo was too intimidating.
For a moment, even the casual viewers in Hua Country began to express their frustration online.
“Does our great nation not have a single person who can play Go?”
“The Go association is such a disappointment.”
“With five thousand years of history, how can we let others take what’s ours and humiliate us at our doorstep? I wish I could jump into the screen and show them we won’t be looked down upon!”
“Old Mo, what are you waiting for? Let’s just forfeit,” the head of the Go association said with a sigh. “Even if we want to make a stand, we have to admit that Choi Chang-soo is truly exceptional. H Country takes Go far more seriously than we do.”
He knew these old-timers were stubborn, but now wasn’t the time.
“Yes, Old Mo,” another manager agreed. “If we had prepared better, we wouldn’t be in this embarrassing situation…”
Seeing that Ye Shaohua still hadn’t moved, Old Mo sighed, a look of regret on his face.
He waved his hand, about to instruct the head of the association to announce their withdrawal.
“How troublesome,” Ye Shaohua muttered, putting down her phone and standing up. “What era are we living in, where a foreigner can humiliate us on our own turf…”
Having been in this world for a while, Ye Shaohua felt she had changed a lot. She had never cared much about the events of these fast-transmigration worlds, treating them as mere tasks to complete. She had no intention of investing too much energy.
But some things were ingrained in her bones—her national pride, for one.
She had been raised with a sense of responsibility toward her country.
Many people couldn’t articulate it, but they understood the sentiment: My school, my people, my country—no matter how much I criticize them, only I can do so. You can’t. You can’t look down on them or speak ill of them!
Ye Shaohua had always been this way. Even in a fast-transmigration world, she wouldn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting her nation in front of her.
This was a feeling that Uncle Yao, who had spent his life hoping for a Yao family member to win a world championship, could deeply understand.
Click—
Just as everyone was about to turn off the live stream, unwilling to witness such a humiliating moment, a figure in white appeared on their screens!
“It’s her?” Uncle Yao’s eyes widened in shock. “Why is she going up there? She doesn’t even know how to play Go. Is she out of her mind?”