Guide to Rising to Power as a Wife in Beijing's Elite Circle

Chen Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still in suspense.

It takes at least an hour to get here from the county hospital. How much time can be saved by having someone pick you up along the way? Jiang Wen's lips had already turned pale; someone who has lost too much blood cannot last that long.

She looked down at her blood-stained hands, then looked up at the gray sky.

If Fang Jingxiu were here, what would he do?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It's not a message notification tone, it's a phone ringing.

Specially configured ringtone.

Chen Nuo's heart skipped a beat, and he pulled out his phone with his unblemished left hand. Two words flashed on the screen: Brother Xiu.

She took a deep breath, answered the call, and held the phone to her ear: "Brother Xiu?"

"How badly are you hurt?" Fang Jingxiu's voice came through the receiver, calm and composed, as if he were asking about the weather.

"The patient was hit on the forehead by a crane, the wound is about 8 centimeters long and deep enough to expose the bone, and there is a lot of bleeding." Chen Nuo forced himself to report using the most professional terminology, "It has been bandaged with sterile gauze under pressure, but the blood is still seeping out. The injured person is conscious, but his face is pale and his pulse is weak."

She paused, then added, "The nearest county hospital ambulance takes an hour to get here."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

During those two seconds, Chen Nuo could vaguely hear background noise.

It wasn't a quiet environment; there were hushed conversations, and... it must be a conference room?

He was in a meeting.

"Give me the coordinates," Fang Jingxiu said, his voice still calm.

Chen Nuo quickly reported the GPS coordinates.

"Wait." After saying those two words, he didn't hang up the phone, but Chen Nuo heard him say to the person next to him, "Secretary Qin, connect to the duty room of the Military Region General Hospital."

I didn't call 120, I didn't call the Health Commission, I called the General Hospital of the Military Region directly.

Chen Nuo held his breath.

She heard Secretary Qin's voice on the other end of the phone: "Hello, is this the general duty room? I'm the secretary to Director Fang Jingxiu of the Jingjing Development and Reform Commission. There's an emergency..."

Then Fang Jingxiu answered the phone: "Yes, at the Qaidam Basin filming location, a crew member suffered a serious head injury. Which unit is the closest to you stationed there for training?"

A brief pause.

"Okay, have their military medical team dispatched immediately, with helicopters going over there." Fang Jingxiu's tone was like he was giving a routine assignment. "At the same time, notify the local armed police detachment's medical station to send ground vehicles in that direction to provide level-two support."

"In addition," he paused, "we need to contact the air traffic control at Xining Airport to apply for a temporary flight route for the medical helicopter, prioritizing it to the highest level. I will have the National Development and Reform Commission's Emergency Response Office send a coordination letter to the Northwest Regional Administration of Civil Aviation."

Chen Nuo held his phone, his palms sweaty.

That is power.

One phone call mobilized military hospitals, troops stationed for training, armed police detachments, civil aviation air traffic control, and even a letter from the National Development and Reform Commission's emergency office.

Moreover, he didn't say "please help," he directly made arrangements. That unquestionable tone wasn't a request, it was a command.

The sound of papers turning could be heard from the other end of the phone; Fang Jingxiu seemed to be looking at some document, but the conversation continued: "What's the injured person's name? Do you have their ID number?"

Chen Nuo quickly relayed Jiang Wen's information.

"Okay." Fang Jingxiu responded, and then Chen Nuo heard him say to the person next to him, "Send the information about the wounded to the military hospital and have them prepare the blood bank and operating room in advance."

After arranging all this, he said to Chen Nuo again, "The military medical team will be here in ten minutes. In the meantime, keep the wounded conscious and keep them warm. You've done a good job; continue with the current treatment."

Chen Nuo's throat tightened: "Thank you... Brother Xiu."

"You're welcome." There was a very faint hint of...appreciation in Fang Jingxiu's voice. "Thinking of cutting your own clothes to stop the bleeding was very decisive. Your emergency response was also clear. First, you coordinated local medical resources, and then you went up the chain of command through Director Li. Many people can't learn this kind of process awareness even after ten years of work."

He paused, then added, "But next time something like this happens, call me immediately. There are some systems you can't bypass."

The words were spoken subtly, but Chen Nuo understood them.

Resources in officialdom are categorized into different levels.

Director Li can coordinate with the county hospital, but he can't get through to the military. Some doors can only be opened by people of a certain rank.

"I understand," Chen Nuo said.

"Okay." It seemed someone was quietly reporting something to Fang Jingxiu. He replied, "I understand," and then said to Chen Nuo, "Once the helicopter arrives, let the military doctor handle everything. Don't touch the wound anymore to avoid the risk of secondary infection."

"it is good."

"Also," Fang Jingxiu lowered his voice, "there will definitely be media or people taking pictures at the scene. After the injured are treated, have Liu Qingsong give a unified statement. Only say that it was an accident on set, that it has been handled properly, and that you thank everyone for their help. Don't mention a single other detail."

This is teaching her crisis management.

Accidents, if not handled properly, can escalate into public opinion crises. This is especially true when military deployments are involved, where extra care must be taken to mitigate the impact.

"I'll tell Director Liu right away," Chen Nuo said.

"Hmm." The sound of a chair moving came from Fang Jingxiu's end. "I have a meeting here. Contact me anytime if needed."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Nuo held the scalding hot phone, standing there motionless for a long time.

Until the roar of propellers came from the sky.

A dark green military helicopter appeared on the horizon, its fuselage marked with a red cross. It did not hover, but landed directly on the flat ground not far away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The hatch opened, and three military doctors in camouflage uniforms jumped out, carrying professional first-aid kits and stretchers, and ran over quickly.

"Where are the wounded?" The leader was a colonel around forty years old, whose epaulets were still conspicuous in the sandstorm.

"Here!" Chen Nuo stepped aside.

The military doctors quickly examined the wound, their movements professional and swift. One young doctor turned on a portable vital signs monitor, while another began preparing for intravenous infusion.

"Low blood pressure, rapid heart rate, early stage of hemorrhagic shock," the colonel said while cleaning the wound. "The wound needs surgical suturing, but the conditions here aren't right. Get on the plane immediately and return to the base hospital."

Jiang Wen was carefully lifted onto a stretcher and secured.

The colonel turned to Chen Nuo: "Are you in charge of the site?"

"I'm the script supervisor," Chen Nuo said, "but I was the one who initially treated the injured."

The colonel glanced at her blood-stained hands and the half-cut, blood-stained undershirt, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Well done. The pressure bandaging was very professional, buying time for subsequent treatment."

He paused, then took a pack of wet wipes from the first-aid kit and handed it to her: "Wipe your hands. We're taking him away; someone will contact the film crew about his follow-up treatment."

"Thank you." Chen Nuo took the wet wipe.

"No need to thank me." The colonel smiled. "We received an emergency order from the General Hospital of the Military Region. Your film crew's background... is quite impressive."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and boarded the helicopter.

The hatch closed, and the propellers roared again. The helicopter took off and quickly disappeared into the hazy sky.

The scene was completely silent, with only the sound of the wind.

Liu Qingsong walked over, looking at Chen Nuo with a complicated expression, and lowered his voice: "Xiao Chen, that phone call just now... was it from Director Fang?"

Chen Nuo nodded.

"The military can be mobilized..." Liu Qingsong swallowed hard. "Director Fang's influence is greater than I imagined."

Chen Nuo did not respond.

She looked in the direction the helicopter had disappeared, recalling the arrangements Fang Jingxiu had made over the phone.

Military hospitals, troops stationed for training, armed police detachments, civil aviation air traffic control, emergency response office of the National Development and Reform Commission...

This is the true workings of power.

It's not the kind of arrogant, table-pounding, glaring behavior you see in TV dramas; it's the power, conveyed in a calm tone, that a single phone call can mobilize the entire system to work for you.

And he was willing to use that power for her.

Chen Nuo took out his phone and looked at the call log.

Then she typed: "The helicopter has arrived. The medic said the treatment was timely and there is no danger to my life. Thank you."

She thought for a moment, then added, "This is the first time I've seen... power used like this."

This time, Fang Jingxiu replied quickly: "That's how power should be used. Otherwise, what's the point of having it?"

Simple, direct, and powerful.

Chen Nuo looked at the words and suddenly smiled.

She replied, "I learned a lot today."

Fang Jingxiu replied, "Okay. Get some rest tonight, there's filming tomorrow."

A typical example of Fang Jingxiu's style of concern.

Without asking about your emotions or delving into the details, I simply confirm that the matter is resolved and then let you move on.

Chen Nuo replied, "Okay. You should also take care of yourself and get some rest."

Conversation ends.

She put away her phone and turned to Liu Qingsong: "Director Liu, Director Fang has instructed us to maintain a consistent narrative regarding today's events. Only say that it was an accident on set, that it has been handled properly, and that we thank everyone for their help. Don't mention a single other detail, especially regarding the military."

Liu Qingsong nodded immediately: "Understood! I'll explain to everyone right away."

He took two steps, then turned back to look at Chen Nuo, his eyes filled with a complex emotion: "Little Chen, you've really learned a lot from Director Fang..."

Chen Nuo smiled but didn't say anything.

She looked down at her blood-stained hands and the tattered undershirt.

The wind is blowing, and it's very cold.

But she felt warm inside.

---

Yan Ning, Provincial Government Conference Room.

Fang Jingxiu put down his phone, picked up the teacup in front of him again, and took a sip.

Across the conference table, Deputy Director Wang asked with a smile, "Director Fang, is something urgent?"

"It's nothing," Fang Jingxiu said calmly. "There's been an accident involving a film crew downstairs. Let's coordinate some medical resources."

"Oh, is it really necessary for you to call personally for such a small matter?" Deputy Director Wang said with a smile. "Just let me know, I know our Provincial Health Commission well."

Fang Jingxiu looked up at him and smiled, "It's all taken care of. The military reacted quickly and efficiently."

Deputy Director Wang's smile froze for a moment.

military.

Everyone present understood those two words.

For someone to mobilize military medical resources with a single phone call, that would require an immense amount of influence.

The meeting room fell silent for a few seconds.

Several local officials exchanged glances, and when they looked at Fang Jingxiu again, the respect in their eyes deepened.

Fang Jingxiu seemed oblivious to these changes, flipping open the documents in front of him: "Let's continue. We were just talking about the allocation of network integration quotas..."

The meeting continued.

But the atmosphere has changed.

Secretary Qin sat in the back row taking notes, and wrote a line in her notebook:

"The leaders mobilized military medical resources for Ms. Chen. The attitude of the officials on site changed significantly."

After finishing writing, he closed his notebook and looked out the window at the sky.

This Ms. Chen held a more important place in the leader's heart than he had imagined.