Dr. Jiu Zhou was the most mysterious miracle doctor in China. Sure, the people had heard the rumors, but to see the miracle unfold in person was breathtaking. Dr. Jiu Zhou could be named the future of medicine.
Yet now, they had insulted both Dr. Jiu Zhou and Dr. Fu in the heat of a moment.
They had given China’s medical scene a bad name. They would be too ashamed to show their faces in the medical community if they were to lose Dr. Jiu Zhou and Dr. Fu now.
Try as the crowd may, Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan refused to stay and quickly drifted away from sight.
Some people sighed and others regretted their actions, while a few bemoaned their impulsive acts.
Those who had been talking trash were scared to death, concerned that Shen Xi and Fu Qingxuan would remember them and scr*w them over.
Their worries were for nothing. Shen Xi could not care less about them since it was pointless to waste her time with the likes of them.
Fu Qingxuan stormed out, still beside himself. “These people think they’re all that. Their pretentiousness makes me sick to my stomach.”
Shen Xi consoled him with a smile, “Young Master, no need to argue with them. You’d only be lowering yourself to their level.”
“Brother!” Fu Qingxuan protested in disgruntlement while staring at her sulkily. He repeated, “It’s Brother to you!”
She called him Brother at the venue just now. Why was she singing a different tune now? He was not some young master but her older brother.
“Young Master.” Shen Xi emphasized gleefully. “Meanie.” Fu Qingxuan was furious, so furious his eyes welled up. “Call me Brother, or I’ll… I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what?” Shen Xi teased him as usual. It was so much fun to see the young master getting riled up.” You’re only older than me by a minute.”
“A minute’s still a minute. A minute’s still older than you. I’m the older brother.” Snuffling, Fu Qingxuan huffed and puffed exaggeratedly. “I’ll cry if you don’t call me that.”
Shen Xi curled her lips harder. “Cry then. It’s not a crime for men to cry.”
She started to sing along with the same lines.
Tears burst through Fu Qingxuan’s eyes and streamed down his cheeks.
Shen Xi, “…”
Oh, come on. He actually cried!
Biting his lip, Fu Qingxuan held his tongue in rage. He kept to himself as he walked ahead.
“Fu Qingxuan, are you really crying?” Shen Xi stifled her laughter. Fine, maybe she went a little overboard, but did she though?
Fu Qingxuan remained silent.
“Let me buy you dinner.” Shen Xi picked up the pace to catch up to him.
Fu Qingxuan was still without a word.
“Young Master, aren’t you acting sensitive? You’re better than that.” Shen Xi reflected deeply on her actions and decided to apologize on the safe side. “I was wrong. Stop crying. Don’t you feel embarrassed showing your crying face in public? How are you going to show your face now?”
As if he did not hear her, Fu Qingxuan was unresponsive.
“Fu Qingxuan!” Shen Xi pretended to be angry.
Fu Qingxuan ignored her.
“Brother!” Shen Xi gave in. The young man, who was quietly walking ahead, stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at her.
“So you can hear me now?” Shen Xi gave him a nasty look.
“Yeah.” Fu Qingxuan bobbed his head.
Shen Xi smiled helplessly. Fu Qingxuan was more childish than a little kid. “Young Master, buy me dinner.”
A broken reflection, albeit a dubious one, filled Fu Qingxuan’s eyes to the brim.
Shen Xi was defeated. “I was wrong. It’s my fault, okay? Brother! Brother! Brother!”
“Okay.” Fu Qingxuan broke into a smile at last. “I’ll treat you. What do you want to eat?”
Shen Xi replied, “There’s a newly opened grilled fish restaurant at Qiankun Street. The ratings look promising. Let’s get us some grilled fish.”
Fu Qingxuan nodded his head. “Sure.”
This appeared to be his first dinner with his little sister. It was a good bragging rights.
Qiankun Street was not too far away, about two kilometers in distance.
Fu Qingxuan let Shen Xi take the wheel while he took the passenger’s seat. He drew close to Shen Xi for a picture together, so he could flaunt it in his WeChat Moments.
(FuQingxuan: Dinner with my little sister. Just the two of us.]
Attached was a collage of nine photos taken from various angles. Since Fu Qingxuan and Shen Xi were attractive, they looked good from the front, side, overhead, or down-low shots.
He had to emphasize that it was only the two of them.
Comments flooded his screen in a matter of minutes.
Fu Qingxuan happily went through the comments to find Fu Qingli’s reply. (FuQingxuan: Xixi finally called me Brother!)
He meant to show off as he was over the moon that his little sister called him Brother. Today was a day worth remembering.
Nevertheless, the replies under his reply caught him off guard. Fu Qingxuan received question marks and queries in return. (So, your little sister doesn’t call you Brother?]
It then hit Fu Qingxuan that the joy got to his head. He was too busy to let the good news hang out that it backfired on him.
If he did not post it on his Moments or reply to Fu Qingli’s comment, only his family would know that his little sister refused to call him Brother.
Yet now, all his contacts had found out that Xixi never used to call him Brother.
Fu Qingli replied to his message with an impressed emoji to taunt him.
Pouting to himself, Fu Qingxuan smacked his head and fixed his gaze on his Moments, in two minds about whether to delete the post.
By the looks of the replies, his circle of friends had seen the post. It was meaningless even if he were to delete it now.
With Fu Qingxuan grabbing his hair in conflict, Shen Xi asked in confusion, “Young… Brother, what’s wrong?”
She was quick to swallow “Young Master” and skillfully switched it up to “Brother”.
Fu Qingxuan put away his phone and faintly uttered, “Nothing.”
Xixi rarely looked at his Moments. She had too many friends to scroll on her Moments too, so it was likely she would miss his post.
After a quick laugh at Fu Qingxuan, it then entered Fu Qingli’s mind that the pair were supposed to be at the medical conference. Why were they driving off to dinner? He gave Fu Qingxuan a call.
Fu Qingxuan put his own spin on the tale and exclaimed in indignation, “Qingli, who are these people? They have no class. Xixi and I are not going to these lame events anymore.” He would not take part in this stuff if it were not because he wanted to spend time with his little sister. Fu Qingxuan would rather use his time by throwing himself into experiments than waste time on pompous gatherings.
Fu Qingli’s voice reflected a dangerous chill. “Got it. Tell Xixi to drive carefully. I’ll deal with this matter.”