Si Mingjing instinctively turned her head toward the banquet hall entrance, but she didn’t see anyone.
However, Old Madame Ye’s words were enough to set off alarm bells.
Old Madame Ye said with a smile, "You saved Xiaobai, so the child’s father definitely wants to show his gratitude. He had someone delete all the online news about him wanting to marry you. Now, countless people are probably waiting to see you embarrassed. Tonight, he’ll come to support you, and then no one will dare to laugh. It’s what he should do. Don’t be surprised."
Si Mingjing thought, I’m not surprised, I’m horrified.
"He was at the entrance taking a phone call," Old Madame Ye replied. "He’s still on the phone, so we came in first."
Si Mingjing frowned. It seems I can’t avoid the inevitable tonight?
It wasn’t really a major issue. She was just afraid that Mo Yinhe would realize she had mistaken him for someone else and, worse, kissed the wrong person. The resulting awkwardness might prevent him from letting her continue his treatment.
However, her original intention was merely to ruin Song Pianlan’s marriage prospects.
Now that she knew Mo Yinhe was a man of deep affection, cherishing an unforgettable love, he would never marry Song Pianlan. Si Mingjing felt her goal had been achieved. As for whether I can pass Mo Yinhe’s probationary period, it doesn’t seem to affect the big picture, does it?
Si Mingjing composed herself and deftly shielded Old Madame Ye from wave after wave of people attempting to flatter and curry favor, guiding her to a quieter spot to sit.
Old Madame Ye found Si Mingjing very perceptive. At her advanced age, Old Madame Ye was most weary of socializing; like an empress dowager, she merely wished to lend her presence to the event.
However, Si Mingjing’s actions indeed offended those who wished to curry favor but found no opportunity.
Some jealous and envious people whispered, their tone unpleasant, "I really don’t understand how a girl like Mingjing, who just returned to Earth, has the standing or ability to invite Old Madame Ye to her family recognition banquet."
Song Pianlan approached with a smile. "You might not believe this," she said, "but my niece’s medical skills are even better than my grandfather’s. A few days ago, the Ye Family’s young master suffered a Type III-C open tibial fracture. A Country’s top medical team was helpless. But with a single punch from my niece, the young master was up and jumping around again! My niece performed a great service for the Ye Family’s young master."
Song Pianlan’s voice, neither loud nor soft, nonetheless drew the attention of many in the banquet hall. This was a clear attempt to set Si Mingjing up.
"Is she really that impressive?"
"That’s quite a tall tale! A fracture isn’t a dislocation. How could one punch possibly cure it?"
"Exactly! Even though I’m not a doctor, I know a fracture means a broken bone. How could a punch fix that?"
Song Pianlan didn’t believe it herself, but she asserted confidently, "It’s not just me saying this; the doctors at the Third Hospital say so too. My niece is truly a Divine Doctor of our time."
In the banquet hall, several doctors from the Third Hospital were gathered, chatting. Whether Song Pianlan’s claim was true could be easily verified by asking them.
One particularly earnest guest actually went over to verify the claim.
To everyone’s surprise, Xian Chen from the Third Hospital said, "We’d also really like to know exactly how she cured him. But Young Master Ye’s condition was indeed cured by Miss Si. If he had undergone the treatment plan we proposed, amputation would likely have been the most prudent option."
Upon hearing this, the crowd was astounded.
They all turned to look at Si Mingjing again.
She looked far too young, not at all like a physician with extraordinary abilities.
Just then, a man in his forties approached Si Mingjing. "Miss Si," he asked, "I’ve heard your medical skills are superb, that illnesses which baffle A Country’s top medical teams are mere trifles for you. I wonder if you can cure my ailment?"
With that, he rolled up his trouser leg all the way to his thigh.