Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 45

Zhang Tao’s mood was a tangled mess.

Jealousy burned inside him like acid.

Jiang Fuhai was nothing more than a janitor under his command—how could a man like that raise a granddaughter who outshone his own son?

His boy might not have attended the very best schools, but hadn’t he hired two prestigious tutors? Compared to Jiang Ning, his son’s education was ten thousand times better. And yet—Jiang Ning had crushed them all with her score.

It was unbearable humiliation.

Watching Old Man Jiang’s proud figure walking farther away, Zhang Tao spat viciously onto the ground.

“Bah!”

What kind of trash was that old man?

One day, his son would prove himself—ten thousand times better than Jiang Ning—and grind her under his heel.

…

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning followed Principal Li and Director Zhou to First High.

When she finished her enrollment procedures without a hitch, Principal Li finally felt his tightly wound nerves relax. At last, he could sleep soundly—no one was going to steal next year’s provincial top-scorer from them.

Beaming, he clapped Jiang Ning on the shoulder.
“Student Jiang Ning, go home and prepare yourself well. At the opening ceremony, we’d like you to represent the senior year and give a speech as an outstanding student.”

“Of course, Principal Li.” Jiang Ning nodded politely. “Then, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading home now.”

Principal Li immediately grabbed his car keys.
“Student Jiang Ning, allow me to drive you back!”

Their prized gem of a student must not be allowed to suffer even the slightest inconvenience.

But Jiang Ning shook her head lightly. “No need, Principal Li. I’ve already made an appointment with someone.”

Hearing that, Principal Li reluctantly set his keys down and walked her all the way to the office door.
“Then please, be very careful on your way.”

Even after Jiang Ning’s slim figure disappeared from view, his smile remained bright as sunshine.

What a remarkable child!

Not only top of her class, but also so courteous—she was the very definition of a perfect model student.

This time, First High had truly struck gold.

…

A few students from the second year came by to drop off homework, only to find Principal Li standing at the doorway, grinning from ear to ear like a man in love.

They froze.

Had they walked into a hallucination?

The Principal Li they knew was terrifyingly strict nicknamed “Ghost Scourge.” Even the most rebellious delinquents went meek before him.

One boy whispered, “Look at Old Li, smiling like a fool! Tsk tsk, like some landlord’s dimwitted son.”

“Maybe he’s possessed,” another muttered.

A third chimed in, “Nah, I heard about it—apparently the new transfer student scored seven hundred and ten! That’s why Old Li’s grinning like a fool.”

“What?! Seven hundred and ten?! No way! I saw those exam papers were harder than this year’s college entrance exams. I’d be lucky to score six-fifty. And someone actually got seven-ten? That’s a legend in the making!”

“Damn, I have to see what this new classmate looks like!”

…

The weather that day was gentle, a soft breeze carrying comfort through the streets.

Jiang Ning had just stepped out of a taxi when she noticed a crowd gathered ahead, murmuring anxiously.

Hurrying forward, she saw an elegantly dressed elderly woman with white hair collapsed in the middle of the road, her face ashen, her body frighteningly still.

The bystanders were in disarray.

“Has anyone called 120?”

“Yes, yes, but the ambulance is stuck in traffic—it’ll take at least ten more minutes!”

“God, can this old lady even last that long?”

Ten more minutes?

Jiang Ning’s brows knit tightly.

With one glance, she had already diagnosed it: sudden cardiac infarction. The woman had been unconscious for at least five or six minutes. The golden rescue window was only ten minutes.

There was no time to wait.

She had to act now.

Without hesitation, Jiang Ning pushed through the crowd.
“Please, let me through. I’m a doctor!”

A murmur rippled, and people stepped aside—only to gape when they saw the speaker was just a teenage girl.

Seventeen? Maybe eighteen?

Far too young.

Had she even graduated high school?

Medicine took years of study. Even medical interns couldn’t act alone. What could this slip of a girl possibly do?

But Jiang Ning was unshaken, her composure as unyielding as a mountain. She knelt gracefully, took the woman’s pulse, and swiftly pulled out a slender kit of golden needles.

Sunlight struck the metal, flashing coldly enough to make the onlookers shiver.

As she poised to insert the first needle, a man blurted out in alarm:
“Wait—do you even have a medical license? If this old lady dies, you’ll be responsible! With this many witnesses, you won’t escape!”

Another added, “Lives are on the line, little girl. Don’t mess around!”

Jiang Ning’s voice was calm but firm, her tone carrying a quiet authority that silenced the noise.
“Don’t worry. I am a descendant of traditional medicine. All of my credentials are in order. Right now, this woman’s condition is critical—if she doesn’t receive immediate treatment, she may stop breathing at any moment.”

Her words sparked disbelief.

Traditional medicine heir? Fully licensed?

What a laughable claim.

“If you’re a medical heir, then I’m Hua Tuo reborn!”

“And I’m the Jade Emperor himself!”

The crowd burst into mocking laughter.

But Jiang Ning’s steady hands never faltered. With cool precision, she drove the needles into vital points—Fengchi, Neiguan, Renzhong. Then she retrieved a small porcelain vial from her bag, shaking out a single dark pill and gently slipping it past the woman’s lips.

This was no ordinary remedy, but a rare handmade heart-rescue pill of her own making. On the medical black market, one such pill fetched two hundred thousand—and even then, it was priceless, impossible to obtain.

The crowd gasped, horrified.

“She’s feeding the old lady some random pill. Is she insane?”

“Girl, are you trying to kill her?!”

“She’ll die for sure…”

Jiang Ning’s eyes remained calm, her tone unwavering.
“No. She will wake up. Within three minutes.”

The words fell like a thunderclap.

“Three minutes? What nonsense!”

“Look at her—still lying there like a corpse. You’ve killed her already!”

“Not even thirty minutes would be enough—what makes you think she’ll wake in three?”

One skeptic pulled out his phone, setting a timer.
“Fine then. Let’s see if you’re telling the truth.”

Seconds ticked by, heavy with tension.

One minute.

Two.

The third minute arrived, and the mocking voices swelled louder.

“See? She’s not waking up. This little fraud is a murderer!”

“Don’t let her run! Surround her!”

The crowd surged forward, accusations boiling—

And then—

The elderly woman’s eyes fluttered open.