The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 622: Which Ginger is it? They want to ask Mr. Mu to come out of retirement_1

Seventh floor.

Xu En had lost the mood to negotiate with the police, and Ming Dongheng took the officer aside.

Bai Lian’s phone rang, this time with a WeChat video call.

Lance.

“Bai,” said Lance, now wearing a suit made for him by Ji Heng, as he spoke to Bai Lian, “I had a student who was involved in a case of malignant hyperthermia.”

Because he had complimented Bai Lian’s mother as “a beautiful case,” Lance went to the lab to make amends.

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Jiang Fulai lowered his head, and when Lance saw him, he greeted, “Hey, Jiang.”

“Bai,” Lance looked at the Jiang University hospital emblem behind Bai Lian, his eyes lit up, “you’re in Jiangjing?”

“Yes, I’m studying here.” Since there was a blood bank, Bai Lian wasn’t in a hurry to draw blood anymore.

“The AIS International Medical Summit is being held in Jiangjing…” Lance was talking to Bai Lian.

Just then, the door to the operating room opened again.

The anesthetist raised his hand as he came out of the surgery room, looking palely at the people present, “Mr. Xu, the patient’s temperature has reached 42 degrees, and the fetus inside might…”

Old Madam Xu’s fingers holding the cane were trembling.

If it wasn’t for Bai Lian and Ji Heng being there, she would want to ask if it was possible to take the child out first.

Xu En had already called Dr. Li again, asking about Danquelorin, “Doctor, please hang in there, we’re already looking for it…”

Right then, the elevator doors opened.

An elderly man with graying hair stepped out towards the doorway, his gaze sweeping the corridor before finally resting on Jiang Fulai, “Young Master Jiang.”

In his hand, he was holding a box exuding coldness with a blue exterior.

The anesthetist, looking at the elder with graying hair, hesitated for a moment before recognizing him, “Dean Gu?”

“Hmm,” Dean Gu looked at the anesthetist and handed over the blue box, “Danquelorin still frozen, hurry and save someone.”

The anesthetist glanced down at the medicine box in Dean Gu’s hand, and without having time to wonder why the head of the main hospital was here, he quickly turned and dashed towards the emergency room.

Bai Lian casually lowered her eyes and spoke to Lance before handing her phone to a nurse who had just brought over a bag of blood, “A teacher has done research on malignant hyperthermia, take it in, it might help.”

If it were any other patient’s relative who took out a phone and said a teacher could help, the nurse would call security to drag away the patient’s family.

But this relative of the patient could adjust the RH negative blood supply and managed to get Danquelorin in a short period of time.

The nurse did not immediately take the phone but instead pushed the blood in first, then came out to get Bai Lian’s phone for disinfection, and re-entered the emergency room.

“Doctor,” said Old Madam Xu, stepping forward with her cane, “is there hope now?”

“We can’t be certain, but with Danquelorin, there’s a great chance!” the nurse said hastily before going inside.

The door to the operating room closed again.

With the medicine’s arrival, the people in the hallway could finally relax again.

Xu En looked at Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai, who was now wearing a duckbill cap and standing to Bai Lian’s left. He had his head slightly down, his clean and slender fingers pressing on the phone, exuding an unapproachable aura.

Xu En whispered to Bai Lian, “Thank you.”

Ji Heng finally reacted; his dark eyes showed different colors as he thanked Jiang Fulai, “Xiaojiang, we owe you a lot this time, making you take this trip.”

He knew Jiang Fulai must have just returned not long ago.

Jiang Fulai put down his phone, acting gracefully, “It’s no big deal.”

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Aside.

Dean Gu’s gaze landed on Bai Lian again for a moment, and he didn’t dare say anything; only asking Ming Dongheng in a low voice, “No head injury?”

Ming Dongheng nodded coolly.

“Well, it seems you don’t need my help,” Dean Gu paused, then stood with his hands behind his back, “then may I take my leave first?”

Ming Dongheng watched him expressionlessly.

Dean Gu: “…Okay.”

Half an hour later.

The anesthetist returned with Bai Lian’s phone and handed it back to her, “The patient’s temperature has dropped, and she is no longer in life-threatening danger. We need to thank Mr. Albert for giving us critical guidance.”

Mr. Albert was the doctor Lance had found for Bai Lian who had researched malignant hyperthermia.