The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: 113 Mysterious Miss Bai_2

“epoch, epoch, epoch.”

“The Pleistocene epoch.”

The mechanical female voice emanated from Bai Lian’s phone.

Taking her time, Bai Lian snuffed out her cigarette. She had left in a hurry that day and didn’t bring headphones, so she played the vocabulary audio out loud. After repeating the words several times and memorizing their meanings and spellings, she swiped to the next word.

Looking up, she saw Assistant Xu and Dr. Li watching her.

Bai Lian raised her head, “Am I disturbing you by studying vocabulary?”

She was actually studying vocabulary.

In Backter Street, at a bar.

Unexpected yet logical, Assistant Xu vaguely recalled that Bai Lian was still a high school senior with college entrance exams next year, and Ji Heng had mentioned that she was diligent in her studies.

“Not at all, not at all,” he replied, “Please continue with your studies.”

Bai Lian nodded and continued reciting vocabulary, albeit in a softer voice.

**

In less than half an hour, Mao Kun came upstairs with four tubes.

He arranged them in a row in front of Dr. Li, “Dr. Li, take a look and see if you can find the neurotoxin you’re looking for.”

Dr. Li stood up, seriously plugged in the mass spectrometer, and began analyzing the components of each bottle.

This wasn’t something Assistant Xu or people like Mao Kun could assist with; they could only pass things to Dr. Li when he required them.

Assistant Xu felt that Mao Kun was much more approachable than the group of black-clad bodyguards, and cautiously asked him, “Are you Miss Bai’s…”

How did Bai Lian make such a friend?

He looked quite formidable.

Mao Kun smiled at Assistant Xu, “We got to know each other through a fight.”

His hair dyed blond, he had the air of a ruffian leader.

Hearing Mao Kun describe it that way, Assistant Xu remembered Ji Mulan telling Xu En before coming to Xiangcheng that her daughter was rebellious and would do anything.

But having seen Bai Lian many times before, Assistant Xu thought of her only as a senior in high school keen on studying.

It wasn’t until now that he began to reconcile Ji Mulan’s description with Bai Lian.

“Is this neurotoxin common in Backter Street?” Assistant Xu asked, turning to the matter at hand.

“Not really,” said Mao Kun as he lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes, “but as a bar bodyguard, I often hear the mercenaries bragging that they’ve just obtained a batch of neurotoxins. You guys are in luck.”

He glanced at Assistant Xu.

The group returned to the hospital.

Ji Mulan and Lance were still there.

Xu En still hadn’t woken up. If not for the beeping of the heart monitor, one might wonder if he was even breathing; Ji Mulan was beside herself with impatience.

She didn’t know where Bai Lian and Assistant Xu had gone.

Lance sat on a chair to one side, speaking calmly with others only when Bai Lian was present; when she was not, he didn’t care who the others were.

His stern demeanor made him unapproachable.

Even the hospital director dared not disturb Lance.

Staff from the medical department came for the third time to ask, “Ms. Ji, when do you plan to transfer to Jiangjing? The longer the delay, the greater the damage to the patient’s brain.”

Ji Mulan, her heart in her throat, frantically signed the transfer form they held, “Transfer, right now!”

She had been foolish; how could Bai Lian find an antidote that even Xu Wenyao had trouble obtaining?

The medical department prepared for the transfer.

“We’re not transferring now.” The elevator doors opened, and Assistant Xu rushed out, taking back the transfer form from the nurse’s hand and looked at Ji Mulan.

Stunned, Ji Mulan gazed at Assistant Xu, “Assistant Xu, you…”

“Let’s stay in Xiangcheng for now,” Assistant Xu interrupted Ji Mulan.