The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 623: Which Ginger is it? They want to ask Mr. Mu to come out of retirement_2

“It has nothing to do with you.” Ji Heng simply looked intently at the emergency room, uttering only this phrase, his thoughts unknown.

Xu Shujie and Xu Wenyao, seeing that Ji Mulan’s life was not in danger, also relaxed. Xu Shujie turned to the Xu assistant, “Do you know the doctor Bai Lian mentioned?”

The Xu assistant remembered Lance, relieved, “It must be one of Dr. Lance’s people.”

Lance? Who was that? Just as Xu Shujie was curious, Ji Mulan’s attending physician came out again to report that all was well.

“Doctor, thank you so much!” Xu En and the Xu family repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

“We were just doing our duty,” the doctor shook his head, “mainly it was because the blood from the main hospital’s blood bank arrived in time, and the hospital director personally delivered the Danqurolin, with guidance from an MTR doctor… ”

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As he spoke, the doctor’s manners toward the Xu family became increasingly polite.

RH negative blood bank, Director Gu, people from MTR.

The old MTR lady hadn’t heard of it; she simply turned her head to ask Xu Wenyao, “Wenyao, was that elderly gentleman just now the director of the main hospital?”

He Wen personally guided the mathematical modeling, Director Huang added him on WeChat, Academician Ma from Ma Institute saw Bai Lian off at the airport, Xu Wenyao could still accept today’s event as it had unfolded, “That should be him, it’s good that everyone is alright now.”

It was late, and Xu Wenyao didn’t go back to the dorms, hitching a ride in Xu Shujie’s car instead.

“Bai Lian and that person by her side…” Xu Shujie was driving onto the highway when she turned to Xu Wenyao and asked, “Jiang… which Jiang is he?”

“The Jiang from Meng Jiang.” Xu Wenyao looked down at his phone.

Two hours earlier, Director Huang had sent him a message—

[Send me the mathematical modeling results after they’re out.]

Mathematical modeling?

Xu Wenyao sat up straight; he had great respect for Director Huang. After completing the mathematical modeling during the summer, he and Chen Hong spent a lot of time in the library, reading many papers and books sent by He Wen.

Xu Wenyao: [Director Huang, I understand.]

Jiang was also a prominent surname.

Ever since the wedding last time, Xu Shujie had vaguely heard Ji Heng calling that man “Xiaojiang.”

She had always thought it was “Jiang” or something similar, but since Xu Wenyao had just mentioned “Jiang,” Xu Shujie, connecting the dots with Director Chen, suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car by the roadside. She turned to Xu Wenyao in shock, “He couldn’t possibly be…”

**

The next day, early morning.

Bai Lian got up for breakfast, and she’d have to go to school later.

Xu Wenyao called just in time, informing Bai Lian that Ji Mulan’s baby had been successfully delivered by C-section and was now in the incubator.

“Oh.” Bai Lian, with her dark hair partially gathered at the back of her head, casually picked up a bun sent over by Kangyu Tower, her response indifferent.

Xu Wenyao was calling so early not just because of this, “Do you know the results of the mathematical modeling competition will be out this morning?”

This Bai Lian really didn’t know.

Upon hearing no response from Bai Lian, Xu Wenyao knew she wasn’t concerned with these matters, and probably wouldn’t bother to check the results. “The winners need to do a defense presentation, Chen Hong is already preparing his defense ppt. I’ll send you the results as soon as they come out.”

Xu Wenyao mainly wanted to talk to Bai Lian about the mathematical modeling. He was confident about winning an award, he just wasn’t sure if it could be a first prize.

Jiang Fulai stood on Bai Lian’s balcony, dressed in a white shirt today, with the cufflinks removed and the sleeves rolled up several times. His delicate brows and eyes were lowered, his voice low and pressured as he spoke with someone on the other end of the phone, “Don’t want to go to school? Wait for me to come back.”

Bai Lian hung up the phone to hear his voice.

Knowing he was talking about Jiang He, “He’s just in first grade, isn’t it too hard on him?”

“He also needs to integrate into society.” Jiang Fulai hung up the phone, returned to the living room, and sat down beside Bai Lian, slowly picking up some chopsticks.

Bai Lian paused, lazily tilting her head, “What if he ends up thinking ‘What on earth am I doing in a classroom with these things’…?”

As she spoke, Jiang Fulai’s brow began to twitch.

“Eat, Miss Bai,” Jiang Fulai raised his hand elegantly picking up a crystal dumpling and placing it in her bowl.

That physics notebook was still with Bai Lian, who would take it out and flip through it occasionally.

How could Jiang Fulai not know Miss Bai’s remarkable memory?

He guessed she had memorized every single one of his scribbled complaints in there.

After breakfast, Bai Lian printed out the papers He Wen had given her in the study room.

Jiang Fulai stood by, unhurriedly using the stapler to bind her papers together, his gaze coolly skimming over the documents.@@novelbin@@

**

Dormitory.

When Bai Lian returned, Kong Wei was talking to someone at the staircase entrance. Seeing Bai Lian, she waved excitedly, “Bai Lian, come over, this student is from your hometown.”

From my hometown?

Bai Lian replied to Tang Ming in the group chat, saying she would grab a book and then join them; Ning Xiao and Tang Ming had already secured a spot in the library.