The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 207: 077 Ginger Tea Tea is online, Dean Jian personally pays a visit (second update)_2

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Tang Ming wouldn’t dare make such a complaint.

Jiang Fulai casually took a sip of his milk tea with one hand and inserted the straw nonchalantly, his expression serene. However, the hand holding the milk tea was pale and cold, seemingly colder than the iced milk tea itself.

Bai Lian took a sip and observed him for a while before pulling out the test Ning Xiao was writing and slapped it down in front of Jiang Fulai, “Mr. Jiang, could you take a look at this problem?”

Jiang Fulai’s expression returned to that indifferent look, “Hmm.”

He bent down to look at the question.

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Then he explained it to Bai Lian.

Ning Xiao, who was still in the posture of holding a pen, looked puzzled,

Should he not be here?

After finishing her problems, Bai Lian went to visit Shen Qing in the evening.

She would always avoid Ji Mulan and Xu En.

She didn’t hide this fact, so Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun acted as if they didn’t know; sometimes, when they were about to run into those two, they would inform Bai Lian in advance.

But today, Ji Mulan and Xu En had already visited in the morning. Bai Lian didn’t expect to bump into them just as they were coming out of the hospital in the evening.

Due to the last incident, Ji Mulan had a complex look in her eyes upon encountering Bai Lian.

Xu En, on the other hand, greeted Bai Lian openly.

Bai Lian tugged at her lips, the greeting perfunctory at best.

Mao Kun had been squatting at the hospital entrance waiting for Bai Lian; he didn’t care about Xu En at all. As soon as he saw Bai Lian his eyes lit up, “Sister, the thing you wanted is ready!”

He handed her a cloth bag.

Bai Lian unfolded it to find the Plum Blossom Needles she had requested neatly arranged inside.

Ji Mulan frowned instinctively at the sight of Mao Kun’s blond hair. She wanted to say something, to inquire about how the issue with the Song Family was resolved that day, but this time she dared not speak.

Xu En gave her a glance before stepping forward, surprised, “Silver needles? What do you need these for?”

“Dr. Lance wants to try our acupuncture.” Bai Lian put the silver needles away, answering dismissively.

She didn’t talk much with the two of them and turned to head towards the inpatient department.

Mao Kun stood in place; only after Bai Lian left did he take out a cigarette from his pocket, light it, and glare at Ji Mulan with a menacing look, “What are you looking at, want to lose your life?”

Mao Kun, who could attract serious police attention and still dare to challenge the cops, only restrained himself in front of Bai Lian.

Other people?

Do you think he would take them seriously?

Not to mention Ji Mulan, even Xu En was startled by him.

Once Mao Kun left,

Ji Mulan frowned, “How come she makes these kinds of friends even after coming to Xiangcheng?”

Xu En didn’t speak, only remembering that that night, the gang of youths on motorcycles, the leader seemed to be this blond guy…

Shen Qing’s ward.

Bai Lian arrived shortly after Lance did.

He was talking with Ji Heng.

“Yi Lake is very beautiful,” Lance pointed at Ji Heng’s robe and kept talking, “I’d like one too.”

“This… alcohol…”

Bai Lian entered holding the silver needles.

After checking Shen Qing’s pulse, Bai Lian saw that Shen Qing’s ventilator hadn’t been removed and there was a tube inserted in her nostrils; she couldn’t speak, but it was clear that her spirits were good.

Bai Lian was relieved.

Lance kept chattering away, and Bai Lian grew impatient.

“Grandfather, just make one for him.”

She was somewhat puzzled; Ji Heng shouldn’t refuse such a request. He should be happy to oblige.

Ji Shaojun beside her almost laughed. He lowered his head, pointed at Lance’s flamboyantly patterned shirt, and explained to Bai Lian, “Dr. Lance wants a robe in that kind of pattern.”

Bai Lian:

That aesthetic sense was stepping on Ji Heng’s toes.

She couldn’t begin to picture a robe made with such patterned fabric.

She didn’t try to persuade Ji Heng further.

“I’ll go back and make it for you,” in the end, Ji Heng agreed to make the clothes that might ruin his reputation, “It’ll take about a week.”

“Fine!” Lance clapped his hands.

Ji Heng didn’t understand English; Lance spoke in broken Chinese when talking to him, but when talking to Bai Lian, he switched back to English.

Because Ji Heng wouldn’t mock him.

But Bai Lian would tell him seriously that his accent sounded a bit like a gorilla.