The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 195

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.”