"You've already racked up 150,000 in debt on the books."
Mu Yu playfully stuck out her tongue. "Since it's all recorded anyway, just let it keep adding up."
Once she became a top-tier star, she'd have the money to pay it back.
"Alright, tell me—where's the discomfort?" Chu Lingfang put away her medical kit and returned to her seat.
She lounged back in the genuine leather chair, looking at Mu Yu like a queen.
"Look at my forehead and chin." Mu Yu propped her hands on the desk, leaning forward to bring her face closer.
Chu Lingfang studied her face—well-proportioned features, fair skin, a high nose bridge, and big eyes. She was a natural beauty.
Too bad she was unlucky; after six years in the entertainment industry, she still wasn't famous.
"A few pimples have you this scared." Chu Lingfang couldn't help but laugh.
"Lingfang, is this just 'a few'? Look closely!" Mu Yu pointed at her forehead and temples, on the verge of tears.
"The day after tomorrow, I have an audition for a role. If these damn pimples don't go away and keep spreading, how am I supposed to compete for this part?"
"Acting relies on skill, not your face." Chu Lingfang looked at her with amusement.
"You're wrong. In this world that judges by looks, skill alone isn't enough—face and figure matter." Mu Yu plopped down into the chair, looking miserably at Chu Lingfang across the desk.
"You don't get it—if a drama airs and the leads are ugly, people click 'X' right away. Who'd keep watching? I'm leaving these pimples on my face to you. If you can't get rid of them by tomorrow, my acting career is doomed."
"You're auditioning for the female lead?" Chu Lingfang looked at Mu Yu in surprise.
They'd known each other for years, and she'd never seen Mu Yu play a female lead.
Not even a female second lead.
She always played maids, villains, mistresses, or even corpse roles.
"No. The female lead would never come to me." Her tone was bitter, the hardship clear.
"What kind of role is so important to you?"
"Every role is important to me!" Mu Yu glared at Chu Lingfang. "This is a Republican-era drama, and I'm the female lead's loyal maid!"
Don't underestimate a maid's role—she'd appear in plenty of scenes. Countless people wanted to play it.
Chu Lingfang knew well how much Mu Yu loved acting. She saw the profession as the highest form of art.
So she never accepted under-the-table deals or sold her body.
Of course, years had passed, and she wasn't just unknown—her name was so faint in the industry that no director even remembered it.
Chu Lingfang silently watched her for a few minutes. "Been having trouble sleeping lately?"
"Yeah." Mu Yu nodded obediently.
Last week, she'd auditioned for a mistress role, and it was initially a go.
But when filming started, the director suddenly told her the part had been taken by someone else, leaving her sleepless with worry.
"Give me your hand."
Mu Yu extended her hand and laid it flat on the desk.
Chu Lingfang took her pulse, checking the left wrist, then the right.
"Staying up late and getting overheated has caused liver toxins to build up without proper release, so they've settled on your pretty forehead."
After finishing the pulse diagnosis, Chu Lingfang looked at the pimples on Mu Yu's forehead and temples. "Don't squeeze them, or you'll scar."
"I always listen to you. If you say don't squeeze, I wouldn't dare." Mu Yu said softly, then paused for three seconds before asking, "So how do I flush out the liver toxins?"
Chu Lingfang wrote her a prescription and said, "Go to the pharmacy and get this."