Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 102 The Heir to the Pharmaceutical Giant, Yu Zaiyan

After Jiang Liwu left the Wei family villa, Wei Xifeng never had another episode, as if Jiang Liwu's departure had taken away Wei Xifeng's madness as well.

This left Qiao Yiran with absolutely no chance to mend her relationship with Wei Xifeng.

Wei Xifeng now completely disregards her.

Qiao Yiran's eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles under them. She looked tired and haggard, her nerves were on edge, and it was clear that she hadn't had a good night's sleep for many days. She was extremely anxious and irritable, fidgeting with her fingers. She didn't even hear Min Baixuan talking to her, celebrating her increased fame as a genius female painter, until Min Baixuan suddenly grabbed her hand and stopped her self-harming behavior. "Yiran, your hand is bleeding!"

Qiao Yiran seemed to be awakened and saw her bleeding finger. Faint blood was spreading from the gaps between her nails. Her actions just now made it seem like she was trying to tear off her entire nail.

Belatedly, Qiao Yiran felt a sharp, burning pain and couldn't help but hiss.

Min Baixuan was very worried and quickly treated her wounds and carefully bandaged them. "Yiran, what's wrong? You seem distracted." He reached out to touch the forehead of the person in front of him to check if she had any symptoms of fever or discomfort.

But she dodged him, and Min Baixuan was immediately stunned, sensing Qiao Yiran's aloofness in that instant.

Strangely enough, when Wei Xifeng had a domineering possessiveness and a desire to control her, she was always trembling with fear that Wei Xifeng would find out about her intimate behavior with other men and that she would be punished.

She may now be well aware that Wei Xifeng is not monitoring her whereabouts, has no interest in where she goes, and is even less likely to appear here, but she suddenly feels a sense of propriety when faced with Min Baixuan's intimacy.

Avoiding Min Baixuan's gaze, Qiao Yiran tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and gave a tired smile. "I guess I've been too tired lately. So many people want to buy my paintings, and I'm worried I won't be able to meet the deadline, so I'm a little anxious."

Upon hearing this, Min Baixuan suppressed his inner turmoil and showed a look of concern and heartache. "Yiran, I know you want to pay Wei Xifeng back as soon as possible, but this debt has been owed for quite some time now. There's no rush. Don't push yourself too hard. Your health is the most important thing."

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Brother Min, I'll be more careful." Qiao Yiran tilted her head and gently tapped her head. "I feel a little dizzy and want to go back to rest. I'll be going now, Brother Min." With that, she got up.

Min Baixuan did not stop her. "Okay, Yi Ran, remember to let me know you're safe when you get home."

Qiao Yiran nodded.

While waiting for the elevator, she took a deep breath, but still felt restless and anxious.

Previously, Wei Xifeng was the one with bipolar disorder, but now it's her.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and at the same time, the elevator next to them also opened, and a figure stepped out. Qiao Yiran glanced at it casually and found that it was a tall and handsome man. She couldn't see his face clearly, but his long silver-white hair was particularly eye-catching.

Because this was a hospital, Qiao Yiran subconsciously associated it with patients with albinism.

She hadn't paid much attention to this person and was about to enter the elevator, but the moment she turned around after entering the elevator, she was caught off guard and saw the man's face.

Exquisitely beautiful, like a celestial being descended to earth, these figures are poetic and picturesque, seemingly stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting, possessing an unreal quality that captivates the viewer at first glance.

Qiao Yiran's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in a look of fascination and amazement. She only snapped out of her daze when the elevator doors were about to close and she could no longer see anyone.

After regaining her senses, she immediately pressed the elevator open button, and pressed it several more times before chasing after the elevator.

She didn't approach him, but couldn't help feeling curious about him, and unconsciously felt pity for him because she guessed that he had albinism, even though the lifespan of albinism patients is not much different from that of normal people.

Even though there was no eye contact, no closeness, no conversation, and they were just walking at a distance, Qiao Yiran's heart was still pounding nervously, and a dense, tingling sensation ran through her entire body.

Min Baixuan spotted Qiao Yiran returning. "Yiran?"

"What's wrong? Did you forget something, or is there something you want to tell me, or are you feeling unwell?" Min Baixuan stepped forward, looking very anxious.

"No, I just..." Qiao Yiran shook her head, watching the man's ethereal figure disappear, her heart tightened, and she still asked, "Brother Min, I just saw you greet that silver-haired gentleman, so I was a little curious about who he was. I've been here so many times and have never seen him before. I was in a hurry and accidentally bumped into him. He must be a patient. I feel really sorry and guilty."

Seeing Qiao Yiran's remorseful expression, Min Baixuan's heart softened. "Yiran, you're so kind." He just loved Qiao Yiran like this.

"But you've misunderstood, he's not a patient."

Mentioning the person from earlier, Min Baixuan felt a deep sense of admiration, respect, and caution. "He is Yu Zaiyan, the medical genius known as the 'Hand of God,' who has overcome numerous century-old medical challenges, developed countless patents, and propelled medical progress for at least fifty years. He is a medical legend who has never failed." A man who is recorded in textbooks while still alive.

"He's only twenty-five years old now." Min Baixuan sighed with emotion. Some people are just born geniuses, superstars in the river of time. The difference is so great that people can't even feel jealous. They just feel that they are from different dimensions and can only worship them.

Despite being seen as outstanding and capable by everyone, Min Baixuan couldn't even get the chance to observe and learn from Yu Zaiyan's surgery.

"His silver-white hair and purple eyes do resemble symptoms of albinism, but he is not an albinist. Some people have black or blonde hair, while his is silver-white; some people have brown, blue, or green eyes, while his are purple. He was born that way."

Legendary figures always possess unique characteristics.

"As for you bumping into him, it should be fine. Just apologize properly. I think Yu Zaiyan is a gentle person." Because Yu Zaiyan smiled when he dared to greet him earlier.

"Yu Zaiyan, are you talking about Yu Zaiyan, the sole heir of the Yu family, the leading family in the pharmaceutical industry?!" Qiao Yiran was extremely shocked. It would be no exaggeration to say that the Yu family now controls the lifeline of the medical field.

She had heard of Yu Zaiyan when she was still the eldest daughter of the Qiao family, but had never seen him in person.