The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 782: 307 Regretful Wang Xin, The Ji Family’s Secret _4 Chapter 782: 307 Regretful Wang Xin, The Ji Family’s Secret _4 Ji Mulan had met Ji Shaojun before, but the other person, she had never seen.

She heard from Ji Heng that Ji Shaojun was always very busy, with only a few days of rest a year.

“Mmm, he will come over tomorrow,” Ji Heng tapped his cigarette ash.

As Mu Yining listened to Ji Heng’s voice, she suggested, “Why not let him go to Jiangjing to help Shaojun? There are also quite a few company positions available.”

“That,” Ji Heng waved his hand dismissively, “he doesn’t need it.”

Mu Yining finished her meal and went back to the newly opened guesthouse on Purest Street.

Xiaojie and the butler were both following behind her, and Mu Yining grew curious, “What exactly does this second cousin of mine do?”

Having seen Ji Shaojun and Bai Lian, Mu Yining was indeed curious about the Ji Heng family.

This enigmatic Ji Shaorong seemed even more mysterious than Bai Lian, as she had yet to meet him.

“I’ve heard that Xuankang General Medical Hall in Xiangcheng is highly skilled in medicine,” the butler spoke up, “We should try to invite them to Jiangjing in a few days to see the elder.”

Mu Yining nodded her agreement.

Upon reaching the guesthouse, Mu Yining called Mu Youjun.

Mu Youjun kept asking if they had time recently, as she wanted to bring the Gao family over to the Mu Family’s place for a New Year’s visit.

“Sis,” Mu Yining spoke as she pushed open the guesthouse window, “we are currently in Xiangcheng, do you want to come over?”

Mu Youjun naturally wouldn’t come to a place like Xiangcheng, “Never mind, Jiachen is also busy recently. Let’s talk when you’re back in Jiangjing.”

She hung up the phone.

**

The next day, the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Bai Lian flew overseas.

Wallow Street was bustling with activity.

Ji Shaorong stood at the juncture, quite surprised by the changes in Xiangcheng.

This was Internet Celebrity Street, and Xuankang Medical Hall was easy to find, with people flocking to its doors.

It was evident that the place was popular; the queue for Xuankang Medical Hall now stretched to the street corner.

Ji Shaorong was taken aback,

Ren Jiawei, accompanying him in line, noticed Ji Shaorong’s surprise, “Don’t underestimate Xuankang. It’s not easy to get their doctors to see you and perform acupuncture. Even after we get a number, we’ll still have to wait another two hours at least.”

“This is Chinese medicine, right?” Ji Shaorong looked at the sign at the entrance.

“Yeah, unexpected, right?” Ren Jiawei smiled and sighed, “It’s now the hottest Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall in the country. My dad tried to make an appointment for three days and still didn’t get a slot with Doctor Hen.”

“Doctor Hen?” Ji Shaorong was puzzled.

The two of them waited in line at the entrance for twenty minutes before it was their turn to get a number.

The person issuing queue numbers perked up upon hearing his name, immediately standing, “Mr. Ji, it’s you. Please proceed to the back room; Doctor Hen has been waiting for you there already.”

Ren Jiawei was taken aback. She exchanged a glance with Ji Shaorong and followed the staff into the inner hall.

Upon entering,

Hen Zhiwei stood up, knowing this was Bai Lian’s uncle. He was very polite, “Mr. Ji, hello, I am Hen Zhiwei. Miss Bai asked me to take your pulse. Please have a seat.”

Another person poured a cup of tea for Ren Jiawei, “Madam, please sit for a while.”

Ren Jiawei came back to her senses, somewhat taken aback, and sat down thoughtfully, looking at Hen Zhiwei.

Ji Shaorong sat opposite Hen Zhiwei, resting his hand on the table, “I don’t know if it’s because of work, but I’ve had a headache problem for these past years.”

“What is your profession?” Hen Zhiwei asked, trying to find the cause of the illness.

Ji Shaorong remained a bit silent before replying tentatively, “…Clerical worker?”

Hen Zhiwei: “…”

No, don’t you know what you do yourself? Why do you look so questioning?!

Five minutes later, Hen Zhiwei suddenly let go of Ji Shaorong’s hand and lifted his head to look at him.

He spoke seriously, “Mr. Ji, you don’t have a headache.”