The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress - Chapter 189:
Chapter 189: Mysterious Surgery’s Number One Saintly Hand! Alian’s True Nature_3
Translator: 549690339
Finally, they all let out a sigh of relief.
Lance was abroad, and even if he took a flight right now, he wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow at the earliest.
Bai Lian hardly slept that night.
The next day, it was rare for her not to ask Ji Heng any questions, and she left the house with her backpack at six in the morning.
At six thirty, on the first floor of Xiangcheng Hospital.
A group of people was talking to the nurse at the front desk, led by an old lady leaning on a walking stick. She stared at the shiny nurse’s station, hesitant to speak, and it took her a long while to step forward carefully and ask, “Nurse, we are all here to donate blood for Shen Qing, where can we give blood?”
Behind her were construction workers with safety helmets, a middle-aged couple who had started selling breakfast early and hadn’t even taken off their aprons, and underage kids who had come with their parents…
“Yes, nurse, where do we go?” The worker took off his helmet, revealing his dark face full of urgency, “I heard she was seriously hurt…”
“Hurry, nurse,” someone directly rolled up their sleeve, “Take mine, I have a lot of blood!”
About a hundred people all surged forward.
It was quite a sight.
Yongfu Residential Area was an old community where people had lived for decades, especially the older generations who knew each other very well.
“Grandma, your blood can’t be taken,” the nurse at the station had never encountered such a situation and was somewhat flustered. She stood up and then shouted, “Everyone wait, don’t make noise, line up, and I will inquire about the situation.”
The line immediately formed an orderly queue from the nurse station stretched very long, all the way to the hospital entrance.
Bai Lian had intended to go directly to the elevator.
Hearing the name Shen Qing, she paused in her steps, turned her head, and looked back at the long line of people at the door through the crowd.
After a long moment, she stepped forward and approached the old lady in front, “Grandma, I am Shen Qing’s niece, are you all here to donate blood for her?”
The old lady was a resident from Building Seven, ground floor. Squinting at Bai Lian, she recognized her immediately.
Excitedly grasping Bai Lian’s hand, she said, “I know you, young lady. How is your aunt now? Don’t worry, we’ve been looking for people in the community, and they will all come to donate blood soon…”
“It’s okay,” Bai Lian steadied her, then said softly to the people behind her, “My aunt needs Panda Blood. If any of you have Panda Blood, I, on behalf of my uncle and aunt, thank you in advance. If not, you can go back. Don’t worry, my aunt will be fine here.”
“That’s good,” the old woman let out a sigh of relief, clutching Bai Lian’s arm, “That damn Lu Zong…”
Bai Lian hesitated for a moment, lowering her lashes, “Lu Zong?”
“Yes, the one who wants to buy our community, a fierce and evil-looking man…” The old lady grumbled while tapping her cane, “Such bad karma, our community…”
Bai Lian nodded, her dark pupils reflecting the hospital’s cold floor.
She turned and headed for the elevator.
At the hospital entrance, another dozen or so people who had just finished moving goods came in. They were sweating profusely, wiped their brows briefly, and asked, “Where can we donate blood for Shen Qing!”
“Young folks, right here. They say they need Panda Blood. Does anyone know their own blood type…”
“It’s quick to get checked…”
In the ICU.
Ji Shaojun stood outside the window.
Not far away, Ji Mulan and Xu En had also arrived early.
A doctor, having received Xu En’s earnest request, held the medical records and was explaining to Xu En and Ji Shaojun, “With our current technology, we can only observe in the ICU. You are aware of Ms. Shen’s condition; her blood type is rare, and there are very few who dare to take the risk of operating in the country. It’s just a matter of days now, you must be prepared for her brain death.”
As for what preparations, the doctor’s meaning was very clear.
Ji Mulan looked towards Xu En.
Xu En gave a wry smile, “I can’t get in touch with that dean.”
Ji Shaojun’s gaze calmly shifted towards the ICU, the depths of his eyes brewing a storm.
“Uncle,” Bai Lian stood beside Ji Shaojun, dressed in her school uniform, her hair tied up messily at the back of her head. Her eyebrows and eyes drooped, speaking almost as calmly as a light breeze, “That Lu Zong is still in Xiangcheng, right? My aunt ended up like this because of him?”
That sentence.
Made everyone present shiver.
Ji Shaojun quickly turned his head, looking at Bai Lian with great nervousness, “Who told you this? What Lu Zong? Alian, you’re just a student, don’t get involved in this matter, just focus on your studies. Your aunt is fine now.”
Bai Lian silently watched Ji Shaojun for a while, did not answer, and said almost nonchalantly, “I’m going to class.”
She turned and went downstairs.
Seven o’clock.
Downstairs at the hospital.
Director Chen’s car hurriedly stopped. He got anxious as soon as he received a call from Bai Lian and rushed over.
He immediately spotted Bai Lian leaning against a tree, “Miss Bai!”
He got out of the car.
Bai Lian placed her backpack at her feet. She wore an open blue and white school uniform, her arms crossed over her chest as she calmly leaned against the tree, watching the traffic with a tranquil gaze. A breeze passed, and her stray hair fluttered as if it were the low pressure before a storm.
So oppressive it was hard to breathe.
“You’re here,” Bai Lian extended her hand, slowly plucked a withered yellow leaf that had fallen on her arm, “There’s a Lu Zong who wants to buy Yongfu Residential Area, do you know him?”
No matter when or where, Bai Lian was always languid and easygoing, and Director Chen had always thought she had a good temper.
This was the first time he faced her tempest.
He belatedly realized that facing such a Bai Lian, the pressure was no less than facing Jiang Fulai in a furious state!
Director Chen responded very cautiously, “I don’t know him.”
“That’s good,” Bai Lian tilted her head slightly, looking at Director Chen with a smile on her lips but frost in her eyes. The pressure she emitted was menacing, “I want all his information.”
