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"At least a third of the company's revenue! The most valuable top-tier IP! All the hard work I've put into building this foundation over the years has been destroyed overnight by you, you idiot!"

A tremendous fear gripped Wei Junshu. Looking into his brother's eyes, which were red with rage, he felt as if he were being stared at by a furious lion.

Just then, the office door was slammed open, and Doubao tumbled in, his face contorted with horror that looked worse than tears.

"Mr. Wei... Mr. Wei! Vice President! It's over! It's completely over!"

Doubao's voice was cracked, sharp and piercing.

"Douyin... Douyin has issued an official announcement! They have announced the permanent termination of all cooperation with our 'Peach Blossoms in Full Bloom' guild! All accounts of the guild's streamers... will be... completely banned in 24 hours! Permanently banned!"

boom!
This news struck Wei Junwu and Wei Junshu like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

Wei Junwu's tall body swayed violently, and his face instantly drained of all color, turning ashen white.

Termination of cooperation! Complete shutdown in 24 hours! This is not just a crippling blow, it's uprooting and severing the very lifeblood of Tiancheng Entertainment!
“Eighty percent of our business is on Douyin…” Doubao collapsed to the ground, murmuring with a sob in her voice, revealing this cold and cruel truth.

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence enveloped the entire office.

Doubao's desperate sobs became the only background noise.

Wei Junwu slowly turned around, his gaze no longer filled with anger, but with a poisonous chill, fixed on the pale-faced Wei Junshu.

“Wei Junshu,” his voice was unusually calm, eerily calm.

“It’s your fault. You’ve dragged the company into hell. Listen carefully,” he said, pointing his finger almost at Wei Junshu’s nose.

“If you can’t handle this matter and help the company get through this crisis… from now on, the Wei family will have no son like you. I, Wei Junwu, will have no brother like you.”

"Brother...I..." Wei Junshu's legs went weak, and he could barely stand by leaning against the bookshelf. The immense fear and despair almost made him collapse on the spot.

"enough!"

A dignified voice, tinged with suppressed rage, rang out at the doorway.

Wei Tiancheng had been standing there for some time now, his face ashen. His gaze swept over the messy office, over the limp Doubao, over the pale-faced Wei Junshu, and finally landed on his eldest son, Wei Junwu, who was trying to remain calm but whose fingers were still trembling slightly.

His eyes, which had weathered decades of ups and downs in the business world and possessed a keen understanding of life, now held only deep disappointment and coldness.

"Look at the state of you all! Has the sky fallen?"

Wei Tiancheng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable weight, and every word struck a chord in people's hearts.

"In such a panic, shifting blame and distributing responsibility, what kind of behavior is this!"

He strode in, his leather shoes making almost no sound on the carpet, yet carrying a mountain-like pressure.

He first glanced at the distraught Wei Junwu.

"Junwu, where has your composure gone? Did it get eaten by a dog?"

His gaze shifted to Wei Junshu, revealing undisguised disgust.

"And you! Besides causing trouble, what else can you do?"

Wei Junwu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions.

"Dad, the situation..."

"I know!"

Wei Tiancheng interrupted him, his tone resolute.

"I already know about the Douyin incident. Now is not the time to hold anyone accountable!"

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, and he issued the order directly.

"Junwu, go and visit Director Li immediately. Be humble and make sure you can persuade him. Tell him that I, Wei Tiancheng, am hosting a banquet at 'Tingtao Pavilion' tonight, and I urge him to grace us with his presence."

"Director Li?"

Wei Junwu was taken aback, then a glint of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Director Li, the powerful figure in charge of approving and supervising the entire cultural and entertainment industry in Fujian! Father is going to use official power to directly put Qin Luo and Xia Minmin in a bad light!

"Yes, Dad! I'll go right away!"

A crack appeared in Wei Junwu's gloomy heart, and a surge of ruthless smugness instantly welled up within him.

Qin Luo, Xia Minmin, do you think you can control everything just by using Douyin? In the face of real power, even capital has to bow down!
"As for you," Wei Tiancheng's cold gaze turned to Wei Junshu, carrying a hint of barely perceptible disgust and a last chance.

"Contact Xia Minmin. Tell her that I, Wei Tiancheng, am hosting a dinner at Tingtao Pavilion tonight, and I invite her and Qin Luo to come together. Also, mention that... Director Li will be there as well."

Wei Junshu felt a jolt, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"Yes, Dad! I...I'll contact them right away!"

He frantically pulled out his phone, his fingertips trembling.

Wei Tiancheng looked at his two sons with a complex expression, which finally turned into a barely audible cold snort before he turned and left the scene of devastation. The office door closed, leaving behind the calculating glint in Wei Junwu's eyes and the uncontrollable trembling of Wei Junshu as he dialed a number.

Meanwhile, at the Affiliated Hospital of Mindu Medical University, the intensive care unit of the emergency department remained overcrowded.

The air was filled with the distinctive, pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with the suppressed groans of patients and the anxious whispers of their families.

Since Qin Luo single-handedly turned the tide and resolved that dangerous cholera outbreak in children, which was widely reported by the media, this hospital, especially Qin Luo's name, has become like a winged tree, attracting countless critically ill patients from all over the country who had been given a "death sentence" or were helpless by major hospitals.

Qin Luo's figure moved like a core component on a high-speed machine, shuttling between various critical care beds.

His focused and calm expression contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere around him. The hem of his white coat fluttered slightly with his rapid steps.

For an entire day, he worked like a tireless, precise instrument, handling thirty-two difficult and critical cases in succession.

At this moment, he is standing in front of a hospital bed.

Lying on the bed was an elderly man with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, yet exuding the resolute fortitude characteristic of a soldier.

His name is Old Ni, a veteran who survived the flames of the Korean War.

Time and war scars have left deep marks on him, especially his legs. The severe frostbite and shrapnel wounds he suffered in the icy and snowy North Korea were barely bearable when he was young, but after he turned eighty, his nerves and muscles completely lost their vitality, and he has spent five years in a wheelchair.

Beside the hospital bed, a gentle-looking middle-aged woman with deep worry in her eyes was his daughter, Ni Ruolan.

"Mr. Ni, relax."

Qin Luo's voice was not loud, but it carried a strange, comforting power.

He held a few fine silver needles between his fingers and swiftly inserted them into specific acupoints around the old man's knees and ankles.

The movements were fluid and precise, breathtakingly so, without the slightest hesitation.

As the silver needle was inserted into the acupoint, Qin Luo's fingers did not leave the needle's end, but instead began to twist and lift it with extremely subtle movements.

A gentle yet exceptionally resilient force, flowing through the silver needles like a gentle stream or a silent thunderclap, slowly entered the long-dormant meridians of Elder Ni's legs. The muscles on the old man's wrinkled face twitched involuntarily, and a flicker of disbelief flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Uh..." A very low groan, as if squeezed out from the depths of the soul.

Immediately afterward, under the tense, breathless gazes of Ni Ruolan and Dean Huang Weimin, Old Ni's legs, which had been hanging on the edge of the bed like withered wood and had long since lost all feeling, actually moved very slightly!
This tiny tremor was like a thunderbolt from the blue!

Qin Luo's gaze remained focused, his hands moving without pause. The silver needles seemed to come alive between his fingers, guiding the revitalizing power.

A few needles were inserted, and it only took a few minutes.

He slowly withdrew his hand and removed the silver needles one by one.

“Mr. Ni,” Qin Luo’s voice carried a hint of encouragement.

"Why don't you try bending your knees slowly? No rush."

Old Ni stared intently at his legs with his cloudy eyes, his lips trembling.

He seemed to be mobilizing all his strength to awaken the limbs that had been dormant for five years.

The ward was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Finally, under everyone's tense gaze, the knee covered by the thin blanket, extremely slowly and with a stiff, awkward movement, bent upwards... at a tiny angle!

"Dad! Your leg! You can move your leg a little now!"

Ni Ruolan covered her mouth, tears welling up instantly, her voice choked with sobs, filled with immense joy and disbelief.

Old Ni didn't look at his daughter; his gaze was fixed on his legs, and his eyes quickly reddened, a layer of murky moisture spreading out.

This veteran, who had never shed a tear even amidst gunfire, now had his lips trembling violently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, emitting suppressed sobs like a trapped beast.

He suddenly stretched out his thin but still powerful hand and grabbed Qin Luo's wrist as he was packing up his needles! Those hands, covered with age spots, possessed a strength capable of crushing steel.

"Little...little miracle doctor!"

Old Ni's voice was hoarse and broken, each word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, carrying a burning temperature and a heavy weight.

"I...I've had this leg for five years...five years! I...I thought...this lifetime..." The rest of the words were choked back by the surging tears, turning into a silent tremor.

The force with which he gripped Qin Luo's wrist conveyed a veteran's deepest and most heartfelt gratitude and profound shock.

"Mr. Ni, please don't get agitated."

Qin Luo gently patted the old man's hand, which was covered in bulging veins, his tone gentle yet firm.

"This is just the beginning. Your meridians are just opening up, and your blood and qi circulation is still very weak. Try walking a few steps first, and let your legs and feet gradually adapt to this 'coming alive' feeling. Proceed step by step, don't rush it. I'll prescribe a formula to strengthen your foundation and nourish your meridians, and you can use it in conjunction with this. Three months," he said, looking into the old man's teary eyes, giving a clear promise.

"In three months, you will definitely be able to get rid of your wheelchair and walk again!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Old Ni was too excited to say anything more, he just nodded repeatedly, still holding Qin Luo's hand tightly.

"Dr. Qin! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

While wiping away her tears, Ni Ruolan quickly pulled out a black bank card with gold foil stamping from her designer handbag and handed it to Qin Luo with both hands, her voice trembling with sobs.

"This is a small token of our family's appreciation! The password is six zeros! Please accept it! You saved my dad's leg, which means you saved our whole family!"

Qin Luo didn't even glance at the valuable card. He simply turned slightly to avoid Ni Ruolan's hand offering the card, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

“Ms. Ni, there’s no need for that. Treating the sick and saving lives is a doctor’s duty. Please take this card back.”

"This... Dr. Qin, you must accept this! Otherwise, we'll feel really bad!"

Ni Ruolan grew anxious, her hand holding the card stubbornly frozen in mid-air.

Dean Huang Weimin, who was standing nearby, stepped forward with a smile, his face showing pride and honor.

“Ms. Ni, that’s just how Dr. Qin is. His willingness to help is priceless, but he never seeks material gain from it. Dr. Qin appreciates your kindness. As for gratitude…” he changed the subject, offering a cheerful suggestion.

"Dr. Qin owns a catering company called 'Yipinxuan,' which is very famous in Fujian and has top-notch food! If you really want to express your gratitude, why don't you invite Mr. Ni to try it out? Let the old man be happy too!"

"Yipinxuan?"

Ni Ruolan was taken aback, then her eyes lit up.

"Is that Yipinxuan restaurant that was featured on a food documentary and whose private rooms are supposedly booked a month in advance? So... so it's owned by Dr. Qin?"

Qin Luo nodded slightly, which was taken as acquiescence.

"I'll go! I definitely will!"

Ni Ruolan immediately put away her bank card, her tone resolute.

"Dad, did you hear that? Dr. Qin owns a restaurant! Let's go tonight! Let's have a good time!"

Old Ni, lying in his hospital bed, finally calmed down a bit from his great excitement. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, a long-lost, heartfelt smile appearing on his face.

"Okay...okay...I'll listen to Dr. Qin! Let's go...let's go to Yipinxuan!"

Although her voice was hoarse, it was filled with a joyful longing, as if she had survived a disaster.

“Okay then,” Qin Luo glanced at the time.

"Mr. Ni has just finished his treatment and needs to rest for a while. Dean Huang, could you please arrange for someone to take Mr. Ni back to his ward to rest? I'll have someone reserve a quiet private room at Yipinxuan later."

"No problem! Keep it on me!"

Huang Weimin patted his chest and agreed.

As they were talking, they prepared to leave the ward to make arrangements for what to do next.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid, crisp high heels clicking on the tiled floor broke the brief silence of the corridor outside the ward.

Immediately afterwards, the ward door was pushed open, and Xia Minmin's usually capable and composed face was now filled with obvious anxiety and a hint of solemnity.

She didn't even care that there were other people in the ward; her gaze immediately locked onto Qin Luo, and she spoke rapidly, with an undeniable sense of urgency.

"President Qin! Something's happened! Tiancheng Entertainment... has managed to get a big shot involved! His surname is Li, and he's in charge of our entertainment industry! Wei Tiancheng himself has arranged a banquet tonight at 'Tingtao Pavilion'! He specifically requested that you and I... be there!"

Qin Luo slammed down his wine glass.

"Me, show up? Does he deserve it?"

Secretary Wang's million-dollar watch was clearly aimed at Qin Luo.

"You dare to contradict Director Li?"

Suddenly, flashbulbs went off! Reporters shoved their cameras and microphones at Director Li's oily face. (End of Chapter)