A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

“Don’t don’t don’t, little… Wen Xin, don’t go, I still have something I want to talk to you about, you…”

Zhuge Jingming chased after Wen Xin, and only when Wen Xin stopped did he catch up to her, gasping for breath as he stood beside her.

“You haven’t been to the clinic for a long time, your medicine must have run out by now, haven’t it? You’re not still holding a grudge over me prescribing a bunch of herbal medicine for Mu Chengxi, are you? I really think the effect of the herbal brew is better than that of pills; otherwise, I wouldn’t dare force you to take herbal medicine, right?”

With a fawning look on his face, Zhuge Jingming stared at Wen Xin, waiting for her to respond, but it took a moment before Wen Xin indifferently turned her head to glance at him.

“I’ve had a lot going on recently, so I haven’t had time to go to the clinic. I am not planning to take the medicine for regulating my body anymore. I’ve been studying the ancient book you gave me, and I am planning to visit the ancient martial arts family once I’m done with my current tasks; it might be useful.”

Upon hearing that Wen Xin planned to visit the ancient martial arts family, Zhuge Jingming’s eyes suddenly lit up. He was about to say something, then abruptly stopped as if he thought some things shouldn’t be said.

Wen Xin noticed Zhuge Jingming’s hesitant expression and guessed that he must have heard about the ancient martial arts family. She suddenly had a special idea and felt that she could learn something about the ancient martial arts family from Zhuge Jingming.

“Zhuge Jingming, are you 70 years old yet?”

Not understanding why Wen Xin suddenly took interest in his age, Zhuge Jingming was briefly stunned. He shook his head, “Not yet; I am 66 years old this year. Why? Why are you suddenly interested in my age?”

Zhuge Jingming felt somewhat flustered under Wen Xin’s dark and bright eyes, not grasping why she inquired about his age.

“It’s nothing; I just wanted to ask you some questions. I’ll ask you the next time I have time to go to the clinic. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Wen Xin still had things to deal with, as Yan Qing had been messaging her, and she hadn’t had the chance to reply. Yan Qing was getting impatient, even making a phone call to hurry her along.

After finishing speaking, Wen Xin turned and left, leaving Zhuge Jingming scratching his head in confusion. He could never fathom Wen Xin’s thoughts, and this time was no different; he had no idea what she planned to do.

After Wen Xin had been gone for a while, she took out her phone from her pocket, connected a Bluetooth headset, and answered the call from Yan Qing.

“Boss, that woman has already arrived in P city, the Black Hand Alliance’s Alliance Master’s assistant personally went to the airport to pick her up. It looks like Luo Qiete is really planning to get involved in this matter.”

Yan Qing, having waited too long without a reply from Wen Xin, eagerly shared the information he gathered as soon as she answered the call.

This was the decision involving the Black Hand Alliance that Wen Xin was most uncertain about, making even Yan Qing start feeling nervous.

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Xin spoke in a calm voice, “Luo Qiete had his assistant Adam personally go to the airport to pick up Jiang Linyan? How has Luo Qiete’s mother been doing recently? Is she still alive?”

When Wen Xin suddenly mentioned Luo Qiete’s mother, Yan Qing was slightly startled on the other end of the phone. She didn’t understand why Wen Xin would suddenly bring up Luo Qiete’s mother. Could it be that this matter had something to do with her?

“Boss, we are talking about the Black Hand Alliance, what do you mean by suddenly bringing up Luo Qiete’s mother? I’ve heard that Luo Qiete’s mother’s headaches have been getting worse lately, and she has shown tendencies of committing suicide. Luo Qiete is desperately looking for doctors everywhere for his mother, but to no avail,” Yan Qing responded, though she did not understand Wen Xin’s intentions, she still answered her question truthfully.

“Do you think if I operated on Luo Qiete’s mother to remove the bullet fragment from her brain, I could negotiate a very good deal with Luo Qiete?”

“Boss… isn’t that too dangerous?”

In an instant, Yan Qing understood what Wen Xin intended to do. When Wen Xin was still in M State, Luo Qiete had come to the research institute to ask for surgery for his mother.

After reviewing the images, Wen Xin felt the surgery was too risky. The slightest mistake could result in the patient’s brain death, so she refused.

Later, because of refusing Luo Qiete, the Medical Organization in M State had been blacklisted from P City’s shipping channels. It was only after Wen Xin used a prescription to alleviate his mother’s headaches that the relationship between the Medical Organization in M State and P City was pacified.

This time, Wen Xin wanted to personally perform surgery on Luo Qiete’s mother. If the surgery was successful, it could lead to a potential cooperation, but if it failed, whether Wen Xin could leave P City alive was a question.

“Boss, this matter still needs to be handled calmly. A woman can’t possibly influence Luo Qiete’s decision, so…”

“Other women might not be able to, but Jiang Linyan should be able to. Otherwise, Old Master Jiang wouldn’t risk sending Jiang Linyan to P City. Just have Yan Qing release some news saying the ‘divine doctor’ is accepting patients,” Wen Xin said.

At this point, Yan Qing’s attempt to persuade Wen Xin was completely futile. This was her only chance to stop the plans of the Independent State and the Jiang family.

Wen Xin sighed softly. She thought she could spend some time comfortably studying at school lately, but now it seemed unlikely. This time, her attempt to force Jiang Linyan away had backfired, and she needed to make amends promptly.

Otherwise, once the Black Hand Organization and the Independent State collaborated, the things she wanted to do afterward would become even more difficult.

Listening to Wen Xin’s quiet sigh, Yan Qing knew that Wen Xin had already made up her mind about this matter; he only had to do as she requested.

“Alright, I’ll arrange it now. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure someone can enter P City soon to provide backup for you. If we can’t reach an agreement, we’ll just take down the Black Hand Alliance. I refuse to believe that our Di Ting Organization can’t handle a Black Hand Alliance,” Yan Qing assured.

Hearing Yan Qing’s confident words, Wen Xin couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed that ever since returning from the Independent State, the usually gentle Yan Qing had become increasingly fierce. She wondered if it was because of her influence.

“You handle the rest of the arrangements. Tell Yan Qing to inform the Medical Organization in M State to arrange for the two best neurosurgeons to assist me, ensuring the success rate of the surgery,” Wen Xin said with a light laugh, her voice smoothly making the arrangements before hanging up the phone and heading toward the dormitory building.