Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 837 - 811: Revitalizing the Industry Can’t Compare to Having Children

Following the man into a busy hospital room, the frail old man was lying on the bed hooked up to IV drips.

The man brought Qian over and spoke to the old man.

"Dad, this is—"

"I’m the fortune-teller from the city." Qian made a hush gesture to the man.

The man explained that his father is superstitious, and for an elderly person like him, a psychologist is a never-heard-of occupation that would take effort to explain. It’s easier to say she’s a powerful city diviner, as this identity would be more believable to the old man.

"Yes, Dad, she’s the powerful diviner from the city, very amazing." The man played along with Qian.

The old man opened his eyes to look at Qian, his murky eyes full of suspicion.

Qian pulled up a chair and sat by the old man’s bed, speaking to him.

"I was passing by the hospital today and noticed something strange in the sky, so I came to take a look and happened to meet your son..."

Qio Yu Xuan stood at the doorway of the hospital room, watching the little girl who seemed exquisitely crafted, sitting by the bed of a terminal patient as if possessed by a charlatan.

Her attire was sophisticated, simple yet grand, indicating she was someone who understands life well. She seemingly did not fit into this cramped six-person hospital room, but she sat casually by the critically ill patient, calmly chatting with the old man.

"Doctor, I—" Alongside Mr. Qio stood a middle-aged woman, the old man’s daughter-in-law. Previously crying outside, the doctor approached her and asked what was wrong, and upon hearing the situation, he followed her inside, but why didn’t he enter the room?

Mr. Qio made a hush motion, leaving the woman puzzled but silent.

Qian duped the old man in bed with her charlatan act, gaining his trust through information acquired from his son. After earning the old man’s trust, she moved the conversation towards more professional aspects.

"Sir, now concentrate, imagine the thing in your body causing illness as a grain of corn."

To make the old man accept her treatment, Qian even used dialect, gesturing the size of the grain of corn with her hand, causing Mr. Qio to smile.

This girl has great perception; indeed, these are the techniques psychologists employ when treating terminal patients. The goal is to boost the patient’s confidence and improve their mood. To ensure the old man understood, she even localized it with a relatable analogy.

"Now, sir, concentrate, feel your belief transforming into a millstone, grinding those little things causing illness into powder. As you adjust your breathing, when you exhale, the powder will be expelled from your body..."

Anxiety and fear can cause depression in cancer patients, hindering recovery. Qian managed, half professionally and half coaxingly, to make the old man gradually relax. Although she couldn’t treat the already spread late-stage cancer, she could alleviate the old man’s fear and anxiety through psychological adjustment, helping him release negative emotions, which is beneficial for the condition.

What she does now is precisely what Mr. Qio will lecture about later.

Qian’s treatment lasted nearly 30 minutes. Throughout, she was patient, never showing disdain toward the seriously ill old man. Gradually, the crowded room grew quieter. Other patients from the room now gathered around, earnestly listening to Qian’s explanation.

Mr. Qio quietly waited until Qian finished, smiling gently.

Liu Linlin truly has mentored this child well, both professionally competent and clever. It’s said her consultation is costly, yet she treats the poor with patience instead of disdain, reinforcing Mr. Qio’s admiration for Qian. She’s indeed a good child.

Little did he know, half the reason this "good child" came was to avoid him.

That’s just how Qian is; she won’t easily take a case, but once she does, she’s meticulous and conscientious, doing her best, irrespective of money, due to a doctor’s pride and mission.

Qian finally concluded the treatment, with the old man falling asleep peacefully, deeply moving his son.

His father hadn’t slept in two days due to anxiety, but this young doctor proved effective.

"Doctor, can you come again next time?"

"The next visit is in a week. Please have the old man cooperate with the doctor’s treatment during this time. His mindset has changed now; cooperate actively with the doctor."

At this point, there’s no turning back; Qian’s treatment can only help adjust the old man’s mindset, providing more hope for life in these last journeying days. As for how much longer he’ll live, that’s up to fate.

This made the middle-aged man immensely grateful, and other patients listening felt they gained a lot, erupting into thunderous applause.

Qian gestured a hush to the crowd, signaling them not to awaken the freshly asleep old man, then turned to leave.

Seeing Mr. Qio standing at the door, Qian was surprised.

"You...?"

"Hi! We meet again!" Mr. Qio waved to Qian.

"How come you’re here?" Puzzled, Qian wondered why she keeps running into him?

"Isn’t it because you want to see me?"

"What?" Qian didn’t quite catch it.

Mr. Qio beamed a bright smile.

"Nothing, I’m here for some matters and happened to see you treating someone; you’re excellent."

"Thank you." Politely chit-chatting, Qian turned to leave.

"There’s a lecture upstairs; aren’t you going to attend?" Mr. Qio called out.

"My head aches everywhere, nothing to hear... Are you really a psychiatrist or a patient?" Qian thought back to the last time he visited the mental hospital, considering how only professionals or patients could attend the lecture, making him seem less like a patient, despite his carefree gaze being remarkably insightful.

"I’m a psychiatrist, but I’m also a patient."

Qian glanced at him for several seconds, unable to determine what mental ailment Mr. Qio might have. Given his whims, opening a restaurant at one moment, visiting the psychiatric hospital at another, claiming now to be a psychologist—could it be that he—

"Do you have schizophrenia?"

"Hahaha!" Mr. Qio laughed, amused by her, "Do I look mentally disturbed?"

"Hmm, quite like it."

"If I’m ill, would you treat me?" Chatting with her was delightful.

"Before, yes, but now, no." Feeling like he’s just messing around, Qian really dislikes being toyed with.

"I have money."

"Money is useless; our vibes don’t match. I’ve got things to do; I’m leaving."

She doesn’t want to linger; best to slip away lest he drags her upstairs for the lecture.

She understands the teacher’s persistence for her to meet Mr. Qio; the reason’s clear, but she’s not complying.

Since marrying Yu Minglang, her status has changed. As the spouse of someone in a special military position, her international procedures would be challenging, and in this field, realistically, domestic diplomas lack the weight of overseas ones; a mentor changes everything, benefiting not just Qian, but the entire Northern region’s industry.

Unfortunately, Qian’s newly formed family means her focus isn’t on her career right now.

Sorry, teacher, revitalizing the industry can’t compete with the importance of having a baby, farewell for now!