The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 747

Chapter 747: 296 lying to win, Jiang Xijue_3

Chapter 747: 296 lying to win, Jiang Xijue_3

Xiangcheng.

After putting down the phone, Chief Physician Liu went to the medical affairs department to check the medical records.

The illness of Xu En was not common, and that particular case was also a classic one for the hospital. Since the patient had been hospitalized before, their electronic records were preserved. Dr. Liu had reviewed them last year and still had some memory of it.

As soon as Bai Lian arrived, Chief Physician Liu sent her the patient’s information and details of the illness.

A black car stopped in front of the CRFS Building.

Bai Lian’s apricot-colored embroidered shoes landed on a thin layer of snowflakes.

Her cold fingertips opened the message Dr. Liu had sent, which contained an image—the patient information found by Dr. Liu—

[Patient Name: Ji Shaorong

…]

Bai Lian put away her phone.

**

Jiang Fulai was still in the underground lab.

The temperature was low, so he was wearing a coat covered with a white lab coat. With fingers as pale as his coat, he held a black pen. He was methodical in whatever he did, although sometimes he could be impatient with his team members.

After he finished analyzing the data for the day, he reached out to turn off the projector.

Everyone in the lab was flipping through their notebooks.

Outside the door, the waiting assistant entered as he finished, “Young Master Jiang, Mr. Ming is here.”

Ming Dongheng?

Jiang Fulai gave an “Mm” in response, his face expressionless. He closed his notebook and was about to head inside—having worked overtime recently, he had finally created the concept drawing for the engine.

Hesitantly, the assistant spoke up, “Mr. Ming has brought a girl to the top floor lounge.”

Jiang Fulai’s footsteps halted. He looked back, gathered his pen and notebook, and while taking out his mobile phone from his lab coat pocket, he removed his coat and walked out.

His emotions were clearly displayed.

“When did they arrive?” he asked in a deep voice.

“While you were in the meeting,” the assistant replied, observing his expression and movements while wondering who the girl Mr. Ming brought could be, and quickly followed him.

Jiang Fulai casually carried his white coat and passed through the air raid shelter door after an iris scan.

The black hem of his clothes flowed in a noticeable arc. When he entered the elevator, his light colored eyes landed on the assistant, “Next time she comes, let me know in advance.”

He didn’t specify which “she,” but the assistant got the hint—it probably wasn’t referring to Ming Dongheng.

The two reached the first floor.