The Goddess's Personal Doctor

"You!" Xu Yingqing still wanted to snap back at Wen Yun, but then she noticed Qin Busan beside her, with a gloomy face, looking like he could slap her anytime, so she resentfully swallowed her words.

No choice, really. Whether she could swallow it or not, she had to, especially since her boss Fang Qiang wasn't here and had instead sent Qin Busan.

Unable to quell her anger, Xu Yingqing imagined the seafood as Yang Yu's flesh and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Just as everyone was about to sleep, a scream suddenly came from Xu Yingqing's room.

Xu Yingqing screamed so loudly that it could be heard in all the adjacent rooms. Qin Busan and Yang Yu rushed to her door, loudly asking, "Miss Xu, what's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts so much, so much!" Xu Yingqing wailed loudly, drawing eye rolls from Qin Busan and Yang Yu.

They had warned many times that seafood from Japan shouldn't be eaten, but she didn't listen, serves her right!

Still, they couldn't just ignore her. Qin Busan had no choice but to shout again, "Miss Xu, open the door, we'll take you to the hospital."

"It hurts so much I can't move, boohoo..." Xu Yingqing cried pitifully, while Yang Yu could have just kicked the door in, but he decided to call the front desk for a key card instead.

The receptionist was incredibly slow, and by the time the door was opened, Xu Yingqing was already on the verge of fainting from the pain.

Qin Busan and a female bodyguard went to Xu Yingqing's side: "Miss Xu, we've called for an ambulance, it will arrive soon, hang in there."

In reality, it was just food poisoning, and Yang Yu could cure it, but firstly, he didn't want to help, and secondly, he didn't dare to act carelessly for fear of exposing his identity.

So, let her suffer then, who told her not to heed the warning?

The female bodyguard approached Xu Yingqing to take care of her, but Xu Yingqing suddenly opened her mouth and vomited a large amount of filth, covering the female bodyguard, filling the air with a stench.

"Ugh—" The female bodyguard was overwhelmed by the stench and quickly retreated.

If she didn't go take a shower and change clothes, she would probably be suffocated by the stench.

The stink was unbearable! Too damn stinky!

Qin Busan was also overwhelmed by the stench and immediately called the hotel cleaning staff to handle it.

After vomiting, Xu Yingqing struggled to get up and dashed into the bathroom with all her might.

After vomiting, comes the inevitable diarrhea.

Yang Yu shook his head repeatedly and uttered two words flatly: "Idiot."

The ambulance arrived and took Xu Yingqing to the hospital, putting an end to the messy situation.

As Yang Yu returned to his room, Deng Xiaohui suddenly sent a message: "Mr. Yang, there's a line in the song 'Listen to the Flower' that you wrote for me that I just can't get right, can I come over to your room for some guidance?"

Yang Yu quickly replied: "I can guide you, but it's inconvenient for you to come now, let's wait until we're back in Xia Country."

Yang Yu indeed felt it was inconvenient. A female celebrity crashing into a male bodyguard's room could be problematic if caught by hotel surveillance.

"I just want to sing it tomorrow night, so I'm working overtime," Deng Xiaohui, understanding Yang Yu's concerns, directly asked about the part she wanted guidance on, "'Rather die fragrant on the branch, than be blown off by the north wind,' I can't seem to get the feeling right. If it's convenient, could you advise me over the phone?"

After sending the message, Deng Xiaohui sang the line and sent a voice recording to Yang Yu.

Listening to it, Yang Yu frowned slightly: "Your singing of this line is indeed lacking, too bland, it doesn't capture the high integrity of a chrysanthemum."

"Before singing this song, it's best to understand the meaning behind the lyrics, then sing while forming mental images, that's how you'll convey emotion. Here, let me demonstrate."

Yang Yu took a deep breath, then sang the line himself.

In the adjoining room, Deng Xiaohui played Yang Yu's recording and was stunned.

She never expected her boss not only excelled in songwriting but also sang so wonderfully!

Perhaps her singing skills were on par with Yang Yu, but in terms of song understanding and emotional expression, she lagged far behind.

Deng Xiaohui replied: "I understand, thank you, Mr. Yang. I'll ponder it deeply, and I'll ask if I have further questions."

Knowing that Deng Xiaohui wouldn't come seeking advice anymore for now, Yang Yu lay back down to rest.

He had secretly placed talisman paper in every room his group was staying in, ready to detect any trouble immediately, no need to worry about any schemes.

Forget everything and get a good night's sleep!

The Matsushita Family.

Matsushita Umeko was tearfully complaining to her father, Matsushita Yasusuke, that her brother, Shota, wasn't helping her vent her grievances.

Listening to Matsushita Umeko's complaint, Matsushita Yasusuke didn't blame his son, instead, he chuckled, "Shota, do you have anything to say?"

"I don't really have anything to say," Shota snorted, "Isn't it obvious why I should tolerate it? Only an idiot like Meizi would risk our family's reputation over a moment of anger."

"I heard that my brother suffered at the hands of the Xia people, so I wanted to vent for him on those Xia people," Matsushita Umeko said, righteously, "How could I know that petite white-haired woman was so vicious and audacious, daring to cause trouble on our turf."

"She dared to kill Yamada Ken's wife, what makes you think you're any different?" Shota snorted in annoyance, "Next time, be smarter. We have plenty of chances to deal with them on our turf; no need to act in public and give people a pretext."

"Besides, this music awards ceremony is a major event for our Matsushita Family's Duocai Entertainment Company; if handled well, it could earn a lot. If you mess it up, even if I don't deal with you, Dad won't spare you."

"Shota makes a valid point," Matsushita Yasusuke said, "Meizi, stay home for the next two days and don't cause trouble. Your brother will handle his own issues; there's no need for you to vent for him."

"Alright," Matsushita Umeko reluctantly accepted the fact she was grounded and left sulking.

Only Matsushita Yasusuke and Shota were left in the living room, father and son, and Matsushita Yasusuke smiled at his son, "Shota, I let you copy Buddhist scriptures at Da Yuan Temple for a month. Have you made any progress?"

"Progress has definitely been made, just not sure how much." Shota smirked, "This time Yang Yu didn't come, and I think, I should be able to easily sabotage that bunch of women from his company!"