Translator: _Min_
Lu Ningsheng’s voice faltered, and she couldn’t immediately grasp the situation. ‘Wh-What?” she stammered.
“I’m sorry, I heard everything,” Si Fuqing said, her eyelashes slightly lowered and a smile on her face. “Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, Teacher Lu surely wouldn’t want to be ruined over something like this. Besides, you are genuinely talented. It’s just that you’ve been misled by someone’s deceit. You just lack an opportunity.”
It’s said that a golden scale is not a common fish, and once it encounters the storm, it transforms into a dragon.
“I, I only know.” Lu Ningsheng, who used to hold national concerts and was accustomed to grand stages, couldn’t calm herself down at this moment. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Qingqing, are you saying you want me to sing the anniversary song for Oracle?”
The player base of “Oracle” was enormous, including the nobility from the dukedoms of the Western Continent.
In the past, the IP collaborations of “Oracle” were with brands at the level of RM and Lan.
Only Lan could perfectly replicate several of Oracle’s top-tier fashion sets.
Sadly, these fashion sets were not for sale and were currently preserved in the display cabinets at the Oracle headquarters.
It had to be said that the chief planner of Oracle was a genius. Even inspired by the holographic game “Eternity, ” creating a web game like Oracle that appealed to all ages was impressive.
“Mhmm,” Si Fuqing replied, her eyes and tone serious despite her casual demeanor. “I know someone at the Oracle headquarters. I saw the official notice for the ninth-anniversary song in the game today and thought of giving them a piece.”
“You, you know them?” Lu Ning’s mind was overwhelmed. “Wait, Qingqing, let me process this, give me a moment.”
She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, then suddenly covered her eyes with her hands and broke down, unable to hold back her sobs. “But my vocal cords…”
She had visited renowned hospitals everywhere, only to be told she was too late. Her vocal cords were damaged; she could sing normally, but performing on stage was impossible.
Lu Ningsheng had lost all hope.
“I know a doctor,” Si Fuqing said, placing a hand on Lu Ningsheng’s shoulder and smiling. “Would Teacher Lu mind staying up late tonight to take a trip with
Lu Ningsheng looked up, her eyes filled with confusion.
She was struggling to keep up with Si Fuqing’s pace.
Naturally, Lu Ningsheng didn’t mind losing some sleep. She followed Si Fuqing, turning left and right, until they arrived at a village.
Jiang Changfeng had just come out of the fields and paused when he saw Si
Fuqing. “Miss Si.”
“I’ve brought you an achievement,” Si Fuqing said. “My friend, her vocal cords are damaged. Can it be treated?”
“Vocal cords?” Jiang Changfeng put down his sickle and nodded slightly. “Yes, come in.”
Despite wearing a simple hoodie, Jiang Changfeng’s noble and striking features were evident.
He was clearly not an ordinary person.
Lu Ningsheng, who had watched the previous live streams, hesitated before asking, “Here, do you really call all top-grade medicinal herbs ‘grass’?”
Jiang Changfeng replied, “…Yes.”
Each medicinal herb had a different name and classification depending on the year. It was simpler to call them grass.
Lu Ningsheng’s hands trembled with the first glimmer of hope for her vocal cords. She gasped, “Qingqing, who are these incredible people you know…”
Jiang Changfeng remained expressionless.
He too wondered who exactly Si Fuqing was.
“I’ll take a look,” Jiang Changfeng said after an initial check. “Your vocal cord issue started two years ago. You must have drunk some positioned water back then. The poison was slow-acting, gradually eroding your vocal cords, so you didn’t notice it at first.’
“By the time you felt it, your vocal cords had suffered permanent damage, and it was too late for treatment.’
Lu Ningsheng recalled the past, her expression growing cold. ‘Yes.”
It was only after falling out with MO Yufei recently that she realized everything was her doing.
Back at the Hera Music Academy, MO Yufei had always taken care of her.
In just a few years, someone close had turned into a venomous snake.
The entertainment industry is indeed a huge melting pot.
“Fortunately, it’s only been two years,” Jiang Changfeng said indifferently. “If it were congenital, it would indeed be more challenging.”
He then took out several silver needles and sterilized them with fire.
A few minutes later, Jiang Changfeng announced, “Alright, I’ve removed the poison. Drink this medicine for a few days, and you should fully recover.” Lu Ningsheng touched her throat, hardly believing it, “Is it, is it really cured?”