Chapter 195: 072 Surgery successful, please be considerate of the feelings of ordinary people!_3
Translator: 549690339
Of course, Lance wouldn’t understand—that was the solidarity and tenderness ingrained in the bones of the Chinese people.
In the distance,
Every person who had just donated blood was gifted a care package.
A man who had just finished donating blood was livestreaming as he opened the care package, “Family, I’ve finished donating blood, and I’ll livestream my drive home in a bit. The hospital says there are already a lot of people, so no one else should come, okay? They even gave me a bag of milk…”
He was halfway through opening it when he suddenly exclaimed, “Huh? Ginseng? Tea cake?”
The barrage of comments also began scrolling rapidly, with sharp-eyed viewers identifying the brands.
[Old Spot Tea???]
[A tea cake worth several thousand per piece??] ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
[Blood ginseng???]
[Just asking out of curiosity, are they really donating blood instead of worshipping the God of Wealth?]
[I’m going, today nobody can stop me or I’ll lose it!]
8:30 PM.
The operating light finally went off.
Approaching six hours of surgery, even Lance felt extremely fatigued.
He took off his blue sterile suit and walked out of the operating room. Ji Shaojun, who hadn’t fully fallen asleep, woke up immediately, moving his lips and looking at Lance.
Lance removed his cap, “The surgery was very successful. The patient should wake up in the next couple of days.”
“Thank you, thank you, Doctor…” Ji Shaojun looked at Shen Qing being wheeled out, his voice choked with emotion.
“Once your aunt’s condition stabilizes in a couple of days, you can take me to your classmate to record an appreciation video,” Shen Qing had turned the corner, and Ji Shaojun felt much more relaxed as he urged Bai Lian to go home and sleep, “Alright, you go home first, you still have class tomorrow.”
He then turned to Jiang Fulai.
“Xiaojiang, thank you for today.” Ji Shaojun had heard from the doctors that most of the medical equipment was provided by Jiang Fulai.
Jiang Fulai’s sleeve was slightly rolled up, and despite running around all afternoon, there was not a speck of disorder on him, from his collar to his shoes, everything was impeccable and clean.
That sharply defined face, which typically exuded a sense of pride and sharpness, now under the hallway lights, seemed somewhat scholarly and gentle, “You’re welcome.”
Bai Lian couldn’t help but glance at him.
Jiang Fulai returned his gaze, calmly looking at her, “Is there a problem?”
“You missed one word,” Bai Lian said deliberately, pulling up her zipper to her chin, undisturbed, “It should be, you have a problem.”
Chief Chen, who had just finished investigating Yongfu Residential Area and Mr. Lu, stepped out of the elevator:
Oh my God, Miss Bai, when you talk about Young Master Jiang, could you at least consider the setting and spare a thought for the feelings of us ordinary folks?!
Why did he have to hear that remark?
Chief Chen very stiffly, at a tenth of the normal speed, put his foot down without looking up, already feeling the icy glance from Jiang Fulai sweeping over him.
Lance went back to the hotel to rest.
Jiang Fulai drove Bai Lian back to Purest Street. Sitting in the passenger seat, Bai Lian reverted to her usual lazy demeanor, resting her hand on her chin, “The nurse said you prepared gifts for the friends who donated blood today?”
“Just something I grabbed casually,” Young Master Jiang was very cautious, adeptly changing the subject, “When did you meet Dr. Lance?”
“He seems to be quite impressive.” Bai Lian’s pale fingers tapped on her chin.
A surgery that no one in Xiangcheng, let alone Beicheng, dared to touch was handled with ease by Lance.
“Drop the ‘seems to be,’” Young Master Jiang adjusted the steering wheel calmly, streetlights outside the window casting shadows over his cold and beautiful features, “I got him here by having people from WMA abduct him back.”
The smile on Xu En’s face disappeared, and just as he was about to leave with a stern face, he caught a glimpse of Bai Lian across the street.
“Why are you out here so late?” Xu En approached, following Bai Lian’s gaze to where she had been watching Lun Youlin leave. His expression changed slightly, “Were you looking for Mr. Lun?”
Bai Lian shifted her gaze, clad in all black with a snug outfit, her sleeves and pants tightly cinched. A black belt embroidered with gold patterns tightly wrapped her clothing.
Two crossed wooden hairpins stably secured her hair at the back of her head.
She looked like a rose mallow blended into the darkness of the night.
Because Xu En had been very concerned about Shen Qing’s situation and had made many arrangements beforehand, Bai Lian was relatively friendly towards him.
“This is ridiculous! Your uncle’s attitude was clearly telling you that he doesn’t want to involve you. This Mr. Lun is not simple; don’t be rash,” Xu En, observing Bai Lian’s casual demeanor, knew she wasn’t taking his words to heart, so he spoke more sternly, “His name is Lun Youlin; you might not have heard of him, but there are people from Backter Street behind him, and it’s said that he’s also connected to the Qinglong Bar…”
“Mr. Xu, Miss Bai probably hasn’t heard of him,” an assistant interrupted from behind Xu En. The assistant looked at Bai Lian with a different explanation, “The number of people who have leaped to their deaths because of him isn’t twenty, then it’s at least ten, yet he remains unscathed, exploiting the loopholes in the law. Don’t you understand?”
“So this is the trap he laid for my uncle and others?” Bai Lian nodded, smiling faintly.
“Don’t you…” Xu En was genuinely worried about her at that moment.
“Rumble, rumble”
The sound of motorcycles suddenly roared to life at the street corner, a line of more than ten bikes roaring past one by one. The noise startled Xu En and the others.
“Screech”
The leading motorcycle stopped in front of Bai Lian.
The rider took off his helmet, propping himself up with one foot on the ground, revealing a head full of blond hair as he shouted at Bai Lian, “Sis, we’ve been following him!”
“Sis!”
“Sis!”
More than ten voices called out from behind, thunderous and deafening!
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