So You're Such A Doctor Song

He dialed her while putting on his surgical suit, but the person who picked up wasn’t Changqing. It was another woman’s voice. “Dr. Song you finally called. Changqing is in trouble. When she woke up today, her face was swollen and she had a breakout.”

Song Chuyi was astonished and frowned. “Wasn’t she fine yesterday morning?”

“I’m not sure. It’ll have to wait until she gets a checkup,” Wen Tong said, “Can you help her arrange a meeting with a dermatologist? This matter must be confidential—news of it cannot spread.”

“I’m preparing for an operation now...” Song Chuyi pondered it for a while. “How about this—I’ll make Dr. Ye from dermatology head over. I’ll tell him about the situation and he won’t tell.”

“That would be great. Then when are you coming over? Changqing is feeling quite terrible.”

“I’m preparing to perform a surgery now and I’m afraid it might take eight to nine hours. I’ll head over after I’m done with the surgery,” Song Chuyi said helplessly.

“Sure, bye.”

Wen Tong hung up and said, “Dr. Song said he will get Dr. Ye from dermatology to come over in a while.”

“Then what about... him?” Changqing asked softly. She was feeling very conflicted. On the one hand, she didn’t want Song Chuyi to come over and see her like this, but on the other hand, she also wanted him to quickly come over to accompany her.

“Didn’t you just say to not let him come?” Wen Tong teased her, “Now you want him to come again?”

Changqing bit her lips vexedly.

Ruan Yang smiled. “Don’t tease her. She’s someone who doesn’t mean what she says.”

Wen Tong sighed with regret. “Dr. Song isn’t coming. He’s about to perform a surgery and said that this operation might last all the way till evening.”

Changqing was in despair.

Now her face was in such a terrible state and Song Chuchu wasn’t going to be by her side.

She was feeling terrible.

An hour later, Dr. Ye, whom Song Chuyi recommended, came over.

He looked like he was in his thirties. He was bespectacled and looked refined.

After he gave Changqing a checkup, he said with a frown, “This doesn’t seem like an allergy. It seems more like your face was infected with some harmful substances.”

Changqing was astonished upon hearing that. “No, my face hasn’t touched anything recently.”

Dr. Ye shook his head and said, “Think carefully. Yours doesn’t seem like a normal skin allergy. Even if you ate something wrong, it shouldn’t look like this. Look, your face isn’t only swollen, but this area under your neck also broke out. Could it be something wrong with your makeup?”

“That’s not possible. The makeup she uses is all top international brands.” Wen Tong suddenly seemed to have thought of something and said, “Unless it was used to touch up in other areas. I know—yesterday, Asa touched up your makeup.”

Upon hearing that, Ruan Yang said after pondering, “When we do our skincare routine, we usually use separate products for our face and neck, but when we put on our makeup, we use the same powder to cover blemishes on the face and neck. That way, there wouldn’t be two different colors. Perfect—there’s nothing in the area under her neck.”

Changqing was in disbelief. “Asa and I are quite close in the production team; she has no reason to do this.”

“You never know one’s true intentions. It’s hard for you to find real friends in this industry.” The more Ruan Yang thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. “We cannot conclude that Asa is the perpetrator right now, but your face wouldn’t have become like this if you did nothing. An artiste’s face is the most important to her. Think about it—if your face became like this, you definitely wouldn’t be able to go to the production set for a while and you would have to get a replacement at the broadcasting station.”

Changqing asked Dr. Ye anxiously, “How long is it going to take to recover?”

“Judging from your condition, if you don’t treat it, there will be drying and flaking. In a serious case, it might rot,” Dr. Ye said, “Let me help you reduce the swelling and prevent your condition from worsening with saline drops. However, in order to fully recover, you need at least 10 days. Actually, it’s mainly scars on your face that the acne will leave. Those won’t go away easily.”

“Dr. Ye, is there no other way?” Wen Tong’s heart felt cold upon hearing that.

Dr. Ye shook his head. “However, I will do my best but you cannot scratch your face anymore. There’s a lot of bacteria on your hands. It will make your condition worse.”

He prescribed some medicine and put Changqing on a drip upstairs.

Wen Tong gave Director Su a call downstairs.

The moment Director Su heard about taking leave, not a short one at that, he had a headache. “This won’t do—such a long leave, and she’s the second female lead. Not coming for eight to nine days will affect the entire progress of the production team. The entire production team cannot delay our progress just because of her.”

Wen Tong was also frustrated and said, “Director Su, we’re not happy about this incident either. There really is no way out. There’s no way she can film looking like this right now.”

“I will discuss this with the producer and editors.” Director Su really wanted to explode, but on account of Fu Yu, he suppressed it.

This matter would, after all, involve Fu Yu.

Director Su thought about it time and again before giving Fu Yu a call. When Fu Yu heard about this, his face sank. “Just agree to it first.”

“CEO Fu, you’re making things difficult for me.” Director Su was about to break down. “If you want me to arrange for a three-day leave, I can still somehow do it, but eight days is impossible. Besides, Wen Tong has yet to give me a specific time when Changqing can fully recover. Even if I give my agreement, there are so many actors and they won’t agree to it. The shooting schedule has been packed recently. If that’s the case, there’s no way we can continue filming.”

Fu Yu also knew his difficulties and knew Director Su was good. If it wasn’t that he really had no other way out, he wouldn’t have had the courage to say things like this to him. “Then just arrange for a three-day leave for her, and I’ll go find out the specifics of the situation.”

After Fu Yu hung up, he immediately called Changqing’s phone number.

Changqing was on her drip, leaning listlessly on her bed. When she saw the call, she frowned but still picked up. “Brother Fu Yu...”

“Changqing, I heard you had a breakout. What’s going on? Is it an allergy?” Fu Yu was extremely worried. “You didn’t seem to be allergic to anything when you were young. You didn’t even have pimples when you were young.”

He was still so concerned about her. Changqing was very touched and wanted to tell him the situation but didn’t want to keep relying on him. Otherwise, there might be more implications. Hence, she said vaguely, “I’m not very sure either. The doctor said it might be an infection by harmful substances and I’m unable to film right now. I’m really sorry to have caused so much trouble for your company and the production team.”

“... Where are you now? I’ll go over to visit you,” Fu Yu said.

“No need. I’m at home now and Song Chuyi... will take care of me.” Chuyi hesitated for a while before she said that.

Fu Yu felt a tug on his heart and fell into a deathly stillness while gripping the receiver tightly.

“I’m about to get my drip, so I’ll talk to you another time.” Changqing suppressed the guilt in her heart and lied softly.

“Alright, then take care of yourself. I will think of something on the production team’s side. Rest up first.” Fu Yu hung up and called Longxin in with a gloomy face. “Find out what on earth happened to Changqing’s face.”

“... Yes.” Longxin nodded.

In the evening, Ruan Yang was cooking in the kitchen. Changqing was lying dejectedly on the couch. When she heard a doorbell from outside, she jumped up nervously and ran over to the peephole to check and ran into the kitchen at a loss. “What to do, what to do, Song Chuchu is here.”

“So what if he’s here? Weren’t you looking forward to it?” Ruan Yang rolled her eyes at Changqing. “Go open the door quickly.”

“I’m just like Pigsy right now; I’m embarrassed.” Changqing stomped her feet, refusing to open the door and ran upstairs instead.

Unreasonable... unreasonable...

Ruan Yang was speechless. She only had this word in her head for Changqing.

After turning off the stove, she went over to open the door.

Song Chuyi was running out of patience after pressing the doorbell and was about to call when the door opened. He saw the woman in an apron at the door and was stupefied for a second before he started coldly, “Miss Ruan, apologies for disturbing you. Where’s Changqing?”

“She ran upstairs.” Ruan Yang let him in and gave him a pair of male slippers, saying with an apparent smile, “Her face is ugly and she’s embarrassed to see you.”

After saying that, she observed Song Chuyi’s expression and his refined and handsome face. Then she smiled. “Go upstairs and take a look at her. She’s been quite dejected the entire day.”

“Alright.” Song Chuyi nodded and strode in. Ruan Yang suddenly said again, “Right, Dr. Ye should have told you about her condition. I think something’s amiss in this. It should be someone on Changqing’s production team who’s behind this, but there’s just no evidence.”

Song Chuyi didn’t say anything. A wrinkle appeared on his brows.

Ruan Yang looked at him with her bright eyes. “If we don’t get to the bottom of this quickly, I’m afraid Changqing will be swapped out of the production team and someone will replace her position at the broadcasting station too.”

Song Chuyi gazed deeply at her for a few seconds. After a long while, he nodded. “I understand.”

Changqing was sitting on the bed with her back facing the door.

Her mind was a mess but her ears were pricked up, listening to whatever was happening outside.

She heard footsteps coming which didn’t sound like Ruan Yang’s. Ruan Yang’s footsteps were gentler and these steps were steady and sounded like a man’s.

It must be Song Chuchu.

The footsteps reached the door and Changqing covered her face nervously.

“Dr. Ye should have told you to not touch your face. Your hands have the most bacteria.” Song Chuyi’s faint voice came closer with the sound of his footsteps.

Changqing looked down and saw a pair of male slippers by her side. His grey linen trousers were slightly rolled up, revealing his good-looking ankles.

“Let me take a look.” Song Chuyi bent down and held her wrist.

“No...” Changqing covered her face even more tightly while flustered and she even got medicinal cream on her hands. “It’s very ugly...”

“You weren’t any prettier in the first place,” Song Chuyi said coldly.

“Song Chuchu...” Chuchu stomped angrily on his slipper. “Even if you’re not going to comfort me, forget it, you still attacked me.”

She burrowed into the blanket from the hurt and felt worse.

“Do you still want your face or not? You’ll only feel worse if you cover it.” Song Chuyi held her waist and pulled her out from the covers with force.

Changqing refused to raise her head no matter what and even pulled her hair down to cover both sides of her face, saying aggrievedly, “You found me ugly in the past, so you’re just going to despise me for how I look now.”

“I was joking with you. Come, let me take a look.” If this went on, they would be at it until the sun rose. Song Chuyi softened his tone and brushed the hair on her right side away gently.