Chapter Thirty-Three: The Situation Is Far from Optimistic

After much hesitation, Jian An'an finally managed to utter, "It's alright." Heaven knows how much courage it took for her to say those words, especially with Jin Jianyi standing beside her, thinking that Jian An'an was truly going all out.

Li Weiwei turned to the camera in the livestream and said, "Dear viewers, do you see how dedicated Jian An'an is? I haven't seen such professionalism from an 'actor' in a long time—it's really gratifying."

The viewers in the livestream, clueless about what was really happening, assumed she was genuinely praising Jian An'an and cheered along with delight.

Yet Jian An'an found the words "dedicated actor" unbearably harsh.

Last year, she bore the pressure alone, secretly filming a movie without telling any of her fellow Sweet group members, all in hopes of making a stunning debut and transforming her career after a meteoric rise.

Who could have predicted that the film would flop so badly, and her acting would become the butt of repeated jokes?

When they arrived at the sanatorium, Li Weiwei brought her to see the same doctor as before.

Faced with the doctor's aggressive and intense gaze, Jian An'an felt mortified.

Just two days ago, she pretended her leg was injured, but the doctor said he couldn't see anything wrong and insisted her foot was just fine.

So Jian An'an accused him of incompetence.

But after what happened yesterday, Jian An'an suspected that the doctor must have figured out the truth.

She had no idea how many people he might have told.

Was Li Weiwei targeting her on purpose after hearing what the doctor said?

Sure enough, the moment they met, the doctor said, "Miss Jian, didn't you say my medical skills weren't good enough? Perhaps you should find someone else to treat you."

Li Weiwei sounded perplexed, "Dr. Rong, aren't you the most skilled and experienced doctor in the sanatorium?"

Dr. Rong quickly waved his hand, "Oh, I wouldn't dare claim that. Miss Jian said just two days ago that I can't treat her, so I'd rather not delay her recovery."

Jian An'an gave an awkward laugh, "Doctor, what are you talking about? When did I ever question your abilities?"

"You did, just two nights ago. I remember it perfectly," Dr. Rong replied, refusing to play along.

He left Jian An'an at a loss for words.

Only after Jian An'an said many flattering things did Dr. Rong reluctantly agree to see her.

But he kept his brows furrowed the whole time.

Jian An'an grew worried. "Doctor, is there something wrong with my face?"

Dr. Rong shook his head, "I've done my best."

Jian An'an: ???

Why did it sound as though she was doomed?

"Doctor, what do you mean by that?"

"Your facial injury is quite severe."

Jian An'an gently touched her swollen cheek, "How can that be? The skin isn't even broken, it's just swollen. Once the swelling goes down, it should be fine, right?"

"Superficially, yes, there's no visible wound, but the underlying muscles are damaged. If you'd fallen any harder, your meridians might have been affected, making it even harder to treat."

Dr. Rong added, "Honestly, I can't understand how you managed to get such an injury from a fall. In another sense, you're quite talented."

He was merely sighing, but Jian An'an felt he was mocking her and became somewhat embarrassed.

She lowered her head, shooting a resentful glance in Song Wan'ning's direction.

Song Wan'ning, meanwhile, stood with arms crossed, watching Dr. Rong treat Jian An'an as though nothing had happened.

This doctor really was as skilled as Li Weiwei claimed; most doctors would have simply diagnosed muscle inflammation and prescribed something to reduce swelling.

But Jian An'an's facial injury was far more serious.

And having delayed treatment for an entire night only made matters worse.

It was like suffering a deep gash and leaving it untreated overnight, letting all the blood drain away.

Song Wan'ning admitted that she had acted out of revenge when she struck Jian An'an.

That woman was too arrogant, daring to flirt openly with Wen Jingxing. No matter what, right now Song Wan'ning was Wen Jingxing's official fiancée.

Even if it was just for show, she felt it was her duty to deal with the unwanted admirers around Wen Jingxing.

She herself wasn't quite sure why she had been so furious at that moment.

But the blow had been dealt, and she hadn’t hit hard enough to cause lasting harm; she even held back.

Afterwards, she reminded Jian An'an to seek medical attention promptly and not to delay.

But Jian An'an ignored her, and that was no longer Song Wan'ning's concern.

As Jian An'an glared at Song Wan'ning, her view was suddenly blocked by a man's firm chest covered in a white shirt.

She looked up to see who it was.

Wen Jingxing was staring at her with a blank expression. Jian An'an was startled and quickly withdrew her gaze, turning her head and letting her long hair cover her face to hide her anxious look.

She had worked hard to cultivate a gentle image in front of Wen Jingxing—how could she let it be ruined so easily?

After the examination, Dr. Rong prescribed her some medicine—some to be taken orally, some to be applied, and some to be used as compresses.

This time, Dr. Rong warned her repeatedly, "Let me make it clear: even if your face recovers, there will be lasting effects. If you don’t believe me, you can see another doctor."

Jian An'an was so shocked she stood up, "Why? Doctor, could you take another look? It was just a fall—how could it be so serious?"

She was a celebrity whose livelihood depended on her face; any flaw would be unacceptable.

Dr. Rong impatiently ushered Jian An'an out. His duty was to treat patients; everything else was none of his concern—he had said all he needed to say.

When Jian An'an left, everyone else followed her out of the room.

Dr. Rong suddenly felt the once crowded room become spacious.

The guests scattered to complete their own tasks, but the discussion about Jian An'an continued in the livestream.

“Oh my god, judging from what the doctor said, Jian An'an’s injury seems really serious.”

“That can’t be right. Didn’t she say she just fell?”

“Don’t underestimate a fall; some people lose their lives from falling—these things can be serious.”

“So Jian An'an might really be disfigured? No, please! She’s my favorite baby-faced goddess!”

“If she’s disfigured, I won’t be her fan anymore.”

“Wow, talk about being realistic.”

Jin Jianyi supported the dazed Jian An'an as they left the sanatorium. “An'an, are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should tell the director you’re not doing the tasks anymore.”

Jian An'an shook her head, forcing herself to be strong. “It’s fine.”

Yesterday, even with a limp, she participated; if she didn’t go today, she’d definitely be criticized.

But her greatest worry now was her face.

Could Song Wan'ning have been telling the truth yesterday? Would delaying treatment really leave permanent effects?

Or was it just a scare tactic?

Maybe tonight she should call her agent and have them find an excuse to take her off the show for a while, so she could see a renowned doctor.

And she should consult a master to find out why she had been so unlucky lately, always getting hurt.

With her plan settled, Jian An'an felt a bit more at ease and finally had time to pay attention to Jin Jianyi.