115: The heroine who is a miracle doctor coming down the mountain - Senior Sister Luo Qingchen!

Yanjing City, the bustling and noisy heart of the metropolis, where traffic flowed endlessly and neon lights shone brightly all night long.

An office building, not very tall, but exuding nobility due to its prime location in the city center, rose from the ground.

Its facade was a weave of smooth glass and stern metallic lines, gleaming under the lights.

Inside the office building, on the top floor, a spacious and bright office featured a minimalist yet elegant decor, dominated by off-white and deep gray tones, creating a calm and grand atmosphere.

A massive solid wood desk stood in the center of the room, neatly arranged with various documents and exquisite office supplies, with a soft and comfortable leather chair behind it.

At this moment, a woman sat behind the desk, a Fairy of breathtaking beauty, as if she had mistakenly descended into the mortal world.

Her long, raven-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders like a waterfall, with a few playful strands framing her face, making her features appear even more delicate and picturesque.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, neither too thick nor too thin, perfectly set beneath her fair and smooth forehead.

Her eyes were like autumn waters, clear and profound, revealing a lively charm with every shift of her gaze.

However, at this moment, a hint of anger flickered in her eyes, like ripples disturbing a calm lake.

Her nose was delicately upturned with soft lines, and her crimson lips were slightly pursed, like tender flower petals in spring.

She wore a white dress, its fabric seemingly made of high-quality silk, smooth and lustrous, swaying gently with her movements like flowing moonlight.

The fitted style perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, with a slender waist that could be encompassed by a single hand, showcasing her graceful posture.

Her chest was gently rounded, with soft and natural lines, like mountains lightly brushed by the spring breeze. Beneath the hem of her dress, a pair of long, straight beautiful legs were faintly visible, exuding endless elegance.

Her Aura was as refined as an orchid, and her every gesture exuded composure and dignity.

At this moment, she gently raised her hand and picked up a document from the desk.

As her gaze slowly swept across it, her originally soft facial lines gradually tightened, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if two faint crescent moons were obscured by dark clouds.

The anger in her eyes became even more apparent, as if faint flames of rage were burning deep within. She gently bit her lower lip, and her crimson lip color turned slightly pale.

Across from her stood another urban professional woman, equally graceful in figure and beautiful in appearance.

She wore a well-tailored, fitted suit skirt; the jacket was a deep navy blue, like a serene night sky.

Beneath it, she wore a snow-white shirt with a delicate, small bow tied at the collar, adding a touch of liveliness and playfulness to her overall look.

The skirt hem fell just to her knees, revealing a small section of her calves, smooth and wrapped in black stockings.

At this moment, she stood with her head slightly bowed, her hands respectfully clasped in front of her, her fingers nervously intertwined, her body appearing somewhat stiff.

She looked respectful yet constrained, occasionally glancing up with an expression full of caution and apprehension.

Luo Qingchen gently placed the document on the desk with a soft 'thud'. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, like willow branches caught in a sudden spring gale, forming a shallow furrow between them.

Her eyes, originally as clear as autumn waters, now seemed stained with ink, revealing obvious anger, as if a large stone had been thrown into a calm lake, creating layers of ripples, with faint flames of rage burning deep within.

Her normally elegant and orchid-like Aura now carried a hint of sharpness. She looked directly at the woman opposite her, her voice as cold as frost, and questioned:

"Why have there been so many users reporting problems with our cosmetics recently? Where exactly did the problem occur?"

The woman instinctively shrank her neck and pursed her lips, which instantly lost some color, becoming somewhat pale.

Her hands unconsciously clutched the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning white, and she stammered in a low voice, "President Luo, I... I'm not quite sure either."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with deep helplessness and fear, her eyes darting nervously, afraid to meet Luo Qingchen's gaze, and she dared not move a muscle.

Upon hearing this, the anger in Luo Qingchen's eyes instantly flared. She abruptly stood up, bracing her hands on the desk, leaning forward with an intimidating Aura.

"So many incidents have occurred, why are you in the Marketing Department doing nothing, and why are you still not clear!?"

Her voice suddenly rose, echoing in the quiet office, her full chest heaving violently, and a faint blush appearing on her fair neck.

The woman's face turned ashen with fright, her legs weakened, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up, and she explained with a trembling voice, "President Luo, these users' problems appeared almost simultaneously. We haven't even had time to react... The incident happened too suddenly. By the time we received the news, the number of complaints had already..."

Luo Qingchen stared at her intently, her gaze so cold it seemed capable of freezing someone, her chest still heaving violently.

After a moment of silence, she slowly sat back in her chair, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her inner rage.

She gently rubbed her temples, her brows still tightly furrowed, her tone slightly softened but still carrying an undeniable authority:

"Immediately go and thoroughly investigate the cause for me. From product raw materials, production processes, to sales channels, do not miss a single link. I don't care what method you use, within three days, you must give me a detailed report. If there are any more problems, everyone in your Marketing Department will face the consequences!"

The woman looked as if she had been granted a great pardon, nodding profusely, her voice choked with tears as she replied, "Yes, President Luo, I'll go right away and make sure to find out as soon as possible."

With that, she hastily turned and walked towards the door with somewhat flustered steps, her high heels making urgent 'tap-tap' sounds on the floor, her retreating figure conveying an indescribable sense of distress and panic.

Luo Qingchen watched her retreating figure, then looked down at the documents on the desk, the worry in her eyes deepening a few shades.

She gently bit her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the desk, pondering countermeasures.

The bustling urban scene outside the window could not dispel the gloom in her heart at this moment; the atmosphere in the office was so oppressive it felt suffocating.

Just then, the ringing of her phone suddenly broke the heavy atmosphere in the office.

Luo Qingchen's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. After a moment of stunned, she gently raised her hand, picked up her phone from the desk, swiped her finger across the screen, and answered the call.

Almost instantly, a vibrant voice, as if wrapped in the warm sun of spring, popped out from the other end of the line: "Senior Sister, I have good news for you!"

The voice was as clear as a mountain spring, tinkling and echoing, ethereal and pleasing to the ear.

It was also like a nimble sprite dancing by her ear, so clear it seemed to tap open the softest corners of one's heart, every note seemingly imbued with morning dew, ethereal and pure, carrying an irresistible magic.

Just by hearing the voice, one could imagine that the person on the other end of the phone must be a radiant and charming woman.

Possessing a face capable of toppling kingdoms, her eyebrows must be arched like crescent moons, and when she smiled, the sparkle in her eyes would outshine the stars in the sky.

Her cheeks would be rosy like peaches, exuding youthful vitality, capable of captivating all without a trace of makeup.

Luo Qingchen's originally stern face instantly softened, a faint smile unconsciously curving her lips, and the anger in her eyes vanished completely.

She responded softly, "What good news?"

As she spoke, she leaned back against the chair, her body slightly relaxed, and her previously tense shoulders subtly dropped.

The voice on the other end grew even more enthusiastic, as if an overflowing joy could no longer be contained: "My concert tickets sold out in one second! Isn't that amazing?"

Along with the words, one could almost imagine the person on the other end beaming, her eyes surely sparkling, her cheeks flushed.

A hint of surprise flashed in Luo Qingchen's eyes. She sat up straight, a laugh escaping her throat: "Really? That's fantastic! Your popularity is skyrocketing."

Her voice was full of sincere congratulations, and her eyes showed fondness and pride for the other person.

"Of course! I've been practicing desperately all this time, just hoping to give my fans a super exciting performance. Now it seems my efforts weren't in vain."

The voice on the other end, with a hint of proud breathlessness, continued to chatter about the various difficulties and interesting anecdotes of preparing for the concert.

Luo Qingchen listened patiently, occasionally responding, her smile never fading from her face.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at the office ceiling, her eyes full of anticipation: "Prepare well. On the day of the performance, I will definitely be there to support you."

"Senior Sister, you must keep your word! With you watching from the audience, I'll feel even more confident."

The voice grew even more joyful, filled with trust and reliance.

"Don't worry, I will," Luo Qingchen said with a firm tone, her eyes reflecting a gentle determination.

The voice from the other end continued, like a string of silver bells swaying in the wind, clear and pleasing to the ear, every syllable seemingly carrying magic, capable of dispelling the gloom in one's heart:

"Senior Sister, you don't seem very happy."

Luo Qingchen paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, then her lips curved into a seemingly relaxed smile, and she responded in a light tone, "You're overthinking it, I'm doing very well."

However, the person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be fooled by her answer, her voice filled with certainty:

"Senior Sister, you're definitely hiding something from me. Have you run into some trouble? You can't fool me, Senior Sister, have you forgotten? I'm most sensitive to voices; your tone clearly holds a hidden worry."

Luo Qingchen was silent for a moment, her eyes dimming slightly, and she let out a soft sigh, speaking truthfully:

"Alas, the company has indeed encountered some minor difficulties recently. Our cosmetics have had some issues, and many users have reported problems after use. I'm having a headache over it."

"Ah? How could that be, Senior Sister?" The voice on the other end was full of concern and worry. "But Senior Sister, don't be too anxious. Could it be a mistake in the production process?"

Luo Qingchen rubbed her temples, her brows furrowing slightly again: "I'm not quite sure either. We're still investigating the cause. Raw materials, production processes, sales channels all need to be checked. I hope we can find the problem soon."

"Mm-hmm, Senior Sister, you can definitely solve it!" The voice was encouraging.

"Senior Sister, you're so amazing. What kind of difficulties haven't you encountered before? This time will definitely be fine too. Do you want me to help you brainstorm some ideas? Although I don't know much about cosmetics, I can help you come up with suggestions, or help you share some other tasks, so you won't be so tired."

Listening, a hint of emotion flickered in Luo Qingchen's eyes, and her facial features softened considerably:

"Haha, your words are enough. You, go ahead and prepare for your concert first, don't get distracted. If you can make your concert a success, I'll be very happy."

"Oh, Senior Sister, my concert is fine; everything is almost ready. Now I'm just looking forward to the day of the performance arriving quickly, so the fans can see a perfect show."

The voice paused, then continued, "But Senior Sister, if you need my help with anything, you must tell me, okay? I don't want to see you carrying all the pressure alone."

"Senior Sister, or you could ask Fifth Sister; she knows the most about pharmacology and such things. Think about it, when we were on the mountain, she spent all day studying those herbal texts; her knowledge of pharmacology is top-notch. Now that you've encountered this issue with cosmetic ingredients, asking her is definitely the right choice."

Listening to the voice, which was like pearls falling onto a jade plate, Luo Qingchen nodded slightly, a faint smile curving her lips, and she responded:

"I was just thinking the same thing; thanks for the reminder. If Fifth Sister can help with this, it might save us some detours and help us pinpoint the root of the problem faster."

As she spoke, she leaned back gently against the chair, her previously tense shoulders relaxing slightly.

"Hehe. Oh, Senior Sister, there's one more thing. By my reckoning, our Little Junior Brother will be coming down the mountain soon. I wonder how his studies went."

The voice chuckled, then suddenly remembered something and said.

At the mention of Little Junior Brother, Luo Qingchen also smiled slightly: "Yes, time flies indeed. Little Junior Brother is clever and intelligent, and all the Masters on the mountain have high hopes for him. This descent from the mountain will surely lead to great achievements."

"Senior Sister, when Little Junior Brother arrives, we must find time to gather properly and chat about the interesting things on the mountain and our experiences down here. Don't work too hard or get too tired during this time; company matters are important, but your own health is even more crucial."

The voice on the other end was full of concern, every word like a warm current flowing into Luo Qingchen's heart.

"Okay, I know, you can rest assured," Luo Qingchen said with a smile, her eyes full of warmth.

"You prepare well for your performance, and I will also handle the company's affairs. After your concert, we'll have a good get-together."

"Hehe, then it's settled, Senior Sister. You also need to pay attention to rest, don't overwork yourself, or I'll be worried," the voice on the other end said with a hint of coquetry.

"I know, you too, don't overwork yourself, rest well, and get enough energy for your concert," Luo Qingchen advised.

"Mm-hmm, thank you, Senior Sister, I will. Then, Senior Sister, you go back to your work. Remember to tell me if anything happens, I'll be waiting for your good news."

"Okay, you too, good luck!"

After saying that, Luo Qingchen slowly put down her phone. After a moment of contemplation, she found another phone number in her contacts and dialed it.