Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Two days later, Gu Yang's voice was almost hoarse from practicing. He had finally grasped the basics of several key opera singing sections. Although there were still flaws upon closer listening, he was already able to practice on his own without Ling Luo's guidance.

Ling Luo finally had a moment to spare.

"Practice by yourself today, I'm going out for a bit."

"Huh? Where are you going? Aren't you going to wait for me?" Gu Yang had just finished yelling and was clutching his throat, looking resentful.

"You don't have much time, don't waste it." After Ling Luo finished speaking, she reached out and ruffled his fluffy hair twice.

"I know..." Gu Yang pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "Inhuman capitalists."

Ling Luo slung her backpack over her shoulder and left with Li Mingjun, who was like a shadow.

Li Mingjun, an active-duty soldier, was sent by Old Zhou. Ostensibly, he was there for security, but secretly, he was there to protect the "Pangu" plan in his mind.

The car sped along and finally stopped in front of the Municipal People's Hospital.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the consultation room, a lazy voice drifted over.

"Hey, isn't this busy man Ling? If I don't rush you, have your feet forgotten which way the hospital doors face?"

Ling Luo ignored the teasing and walked straight to the chair in front of her desk, sitting down with a calm expression: "Well, I really don't want to see your face."

"Get lost." Fu Cong didn't even look up, scribbling medical records with a flourish, and casually pushed a stack of test forms in front of Ling Luo. "Go get your tests done first."

Ling Luo didn't move or look at the forms. Leaning back in her chair, she asked in a relaxed manner, "What did you say to Gu Yang last time?"

"Gu Yang? Who's that?" Fu Cong feigned ignorance.

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't say anything, just stared at him without moving.

Fu Cong was the champion of the 13th National Biology Competition, and was actually a senior student he had no connection with. His memory shouldn't have deteriorated to this extent.

  

Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Fu Cong finally gave in, putting down his pen and sighing, "Fine, fine, I guess I'm just being a smart aleck. Of all people to argue with, why did I have to argue with a silent devil like you? If you keep staring at me like that, I'm afraid I'll be burned through."

He recalled: "Gu Yang, you mean that loud-mouthed kid in the ward last time? He didn't say anything, just asked you to talk to him and tell him not to keep threatening to kill himself all the time."

Fu Cong recalled what happened back then, how he had suffered a great loss because of his sharp tongue.

"Don't worry, I've memorized the confidentiality regulations perfectly. I've already been 'exiled' here from the military hospital, how could I dare to speak recklessly again?"

The probing look in Ling Luo's eyes hadn't faded: "You didn't mention my injury?"

"No, no! Ling Luo, we've known each other for so many years, how can you not even trust me?" Fu Cong almost jumped up.

What is the reason behind Gu Yang's occasional expressions of heartache and worry?

But judging from Fu Cong's expression, he certainly didn't seem to be lying.

Ling Luo decided to believe her for the time being: "Okay, thank you."

"Go quickly. If you don't come for a check-up in half a month, and something really happens, I can't take the responsibility."

Ling Luo said no more, picked up the form and turned to get checked.

Fu Cong watched his retreating figure and clicked his tongue, "This taciturn guy, he actually cares about others now?"

By the time all the test results came out, it was already getting dark.

"Thankfully, it hasn't worsened." Fu Cong carefully compared the images, his tone becoming serious. "Continue taking the medication, avoid spicy food, and abstain from smoking and alcohol. I don't want to repeat myself a third time."

"Hmm," Ling Luo responded, then asked, "Still no solution?"

"Neurological diseases are inherently difficult to treat, let alone the nerve damage caused by poisoning. With current medical technology, there's nothing we can do." Fu Cong took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and his voice carried a hint of helplessness. "All my teacher and I can do is try to prevent the damage from spreading. As for a cure... we'll have to wait for the future."

"Okay, thank you."

Ling Luo showed no disappointment; he had expected this outcome. Besides, he still had his last trump card—the Memory Palace.

After leaving the hospital, he said directly to Li Mingjun, "Brother Mingjun, let's go to Xingchen Entertainment."

The song "Puppet Show" is different from the previous pure singing. If paired with excellent stage effects, it will be an absolute game-changer.

We've had the contract for so long, and we haven't even had a chance to use Xingchen Entertainment yet. We can't just let them sit around and collect their share for nothing.

On the bus, Ling Luo closed her eyes to rest, her consciousness sinking into her memory palace. She flipped through a few more pages of the book until she reached her destination, at which point she opened her eyes.

He contacted Gu Yang's agent, Brother Li. The person on the other end of the phone said that he was at the company looking for an assistant for Gu Yang.

After explaining their purpose, Agent Li immediately offered to take Ling Luo to the dance department.

"Ling Luo, you should come to the company more often in the future and get to know the teachers in each department. It will make things easier for you in the future." Manager Li is now walking with a swagger. Gu Yang is hot, and his status has risen accordingly.

Upon hearing this, Ling Luo smiled and said, "It's alright. If we really can't find anyone, I think other companies' stages would also welcome our songs."

The moment the words left his mouth, the smile on Manager Li's face froze.

He almost forgot that the person in front of him wasn't a contracted artist with their company, but a business partner! The reason the company could get a substantial share of the profits was because they were responsible for handling these logistical tasks.

If Ling Luo really comes to us with something, but the company ignores her because of their negligence, given her temper, she might just send the next hit song directly to the rival company!

Thinking of this, Agent Li broke out in a cold sweat.

It's only been a little over half a month, and I've already gotten a bit cocky.

Ling Luo ignored Li's complicated feelings and followed him to the dance department, where she met the department manager, Fan Yanan.

Fan Yanan was slender and had a capable demeanor. Her outstretched fingers were delicate and fair. While her individual features weren't exceptionally striking, they combined to create a unique artistic quality that was very pleasing to the eye.

"Hello Manager Fan, I am Luo Mu." Ling Luo did not use her real name.

"The curtain falls?" Fan Yanan was taken aback at first, then her eyes lit up: "You're Gu Yang's exclusive creator, Teacher Luo Mu?"

Ling Luo's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Where did this rumor come from?

Fan Yanan realized she had spoken too quickly; after all, the word "exclusive" was too sensitive. She quickly coughed twice and awkwardly changed the subject: "Well... Teacher Luo, is there something you need from our dance department?"

"Here's the thing, Gu Yang has a new song and needs the support of the dancers." Ling Luo said, taking out a document from his backpack and handing it over. Inside was the stage plan for "Puppet Show" that he had prepared long ago.

He looked up and met Fan Yanan's eyes, which were so bright they were almost frightening, as if they held a small sun hidden inside.