Yun Ya instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.
Wei Qing rushed to Yun Ya’s side imdiately, standing in front of her.
"Are you Dr. Nyx?"
"Miss Ji, are you really Dr. Nyx? Can you tell everyone your true identity?"
The excited voices of reporters buzzed painfully in Yun Ya’s ears.
"Sorry, please step aside, Dr. Nyx does not accept any interviews," Wei Qing said in a formulaic manner.
Careless, she should have scouted the area first; who would have thought so many reporters would co?
"So it’s really Dr. Nyx?" The reporters’ voices grew more excited, each competing to push microphones toward Yun Ya.
Seeing these reporters growing increasingly frenzied, Wei Qing could barely fend them off, when a soft voice echoed clearly in the cacophonous environnt.
"I admit, I am Dr. Nyx."
The mont the voice landed, there was a few seconds of silence...
Then the reporters grew even more frantic, their eyes shining like predatory wolves, as if Yun Ya were a delectable piece of at, each wanting a bite.
"Miss Ji, why did you conceal your identity?"
"It’s said online that you graduated from the University of Washington School of dicine at thirteen, is that true?"
...
The reporters’ cacophony of questions buzzed in her ears, but Yun Ya’s expression remained calm, cold and indifferent like an ethereal lotus, "I’m sorry, I do not accept any form of interviews, could everyone please make way?"
A gentle yet firm voice slowly resonated, rendering refusal impossible.
Involuntarily, the crowd parted.
"Thank you."
Flashbulbs popped in succession, everyone watched the young woman gracefully walk through the crowd, her back straight, dignified like a swan.
All watched her walk away, her silhouette disappearing around the corner. By the ti they reacted and rushed after her, she was nowhere to be seen.
What a wasted opportunity, a group of reporters angrily stamped their feet.
Qiao Wen’er bit her lip, watching her being idolized like a superstar, while she herself...
Soon, the injured person was pushed out by nurses, separating the reporters, who only then thought of the victim’s condition—they were overly confident in Dr. Nyx’s capability.
"What is the injured person’s current condition? Was the surgery successful?"
The nurse quickly said: "The surgery was very successful, the patient’s vital signs have stabilized, please make way, the patient needs absolute silence."
The reporters hurriedly made way.
"This is Dr. Nyx, once again creating an undefeated legend, wherever she intervenes, the results are evident."
"Yes, miraculous hands bring the dead back to life, a Modern Hua Tuo indeed...."
The words were all praises and comndations for Dr. Nyx.
Qiao Wen’er’s face turned deathly pale, biting her lip as if she had been dealt a harsh slap.
She had hoped for success, but as she truly succeeded, the jealousy and resentnt in her heart burned like a raging fire consuming her rationality.
Clearly, she was supposed to be the most dazzling presence in this hospital, but now, that person called Nyx suddenly appeared, robbing her of all her glory and trampling her dignity hard into the ground.
She was just about to leave when her leg accidentally hit a chair, causing her to scream in pain. Those ready to pack up reporters instantly turned their attention towards her, soone even pointed and shouted: "Isn’t that the quack?"
The video on social dia was still fresh in their minds, the reporters imdiately rembered who she was, their eyes lighting up as if discovering a new continent, they surged toward Qiao Wen’er with caras and microphones like wolves pouncing on their prey.
"It was your surgical error that nearly cost a life, if Dr. Nyx hadn’t stepped up, a life would have been lost, do you think you are fit to be a doctor?"
"Dr. Nyx was right, you are not suited to be a doctor, quack, take off those clothes and stop endangering innocent people."
"You are simply not worthy of wearing that attire, there is no comparison between you and Dr. Nyx...."
These reporters spat out sharp, sarcastic words effortlessly, in their eyes, she was reprehensible, like soone destined for Hell...
"No...it’s not like that." Yet no one listened to her explanations, nurous faces reflected in her eyes, her lips moving—what were they saying?
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