The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 783

Chapter 783: The Great Turmoil of 308, Alian has a box of _1

Chapter 783: The Great Turmoil of 308, Alian has a box of _1

“It’s not a migraine?” Ren Jiawei had heard that Xuan Kang had real skills, and she was somewhat nervous, “He’s been taking pain medication for over ten years.”

Ji Shaorong lowered his gaze to his wrist, silent, simply pondering.

Hen Zhiwei soothed Ren Jiawei with a few words, then continued to ask Ji Shaojun when he had started to fall ill.

Traditional Chinese medicine interprets migraines as a blockage in the liver meridian.

But Ji Shaorong’s pulse did not suggest a sluggish flow; it was tight and without perspiration.

“Nearly twenty years now…” Ji Shaorong recalled past events.

When Ren Jiawei was in a car accident that resulted in a premature birth from shock, he had already been working overtime due to her expected delivery date. Having been tense without rest, he fainted on the road before even making it to the hospital. Fortunately, Secretary Zhou was there at the time to arrange everything properly.

After hearing this, Hen Zhiwei reflected for a moment, “Mr. Ji, you should go to Xiangcheng Hospital for an examination, and let Dr. Liu take care of it.”

After the two left, Hen Zhiwei took out his mobile phone and dialed Bai Lian’s number.

The phone was switched off.

Hen Zhiwei remembered that Bai Lian was going abroad with the school today, so he sent WeChat messages to both Dr. Liu and Bai Lian.

**

Ren Jiawei and Ji Shaorong went to see Ji Heng after having their blood drawn.

Ren Qian had gone to Jiangjing, but Ji Shaorong didn’t go; he had only made a phone call to Ren Wanxuan, as it was a tradition in the Ji Family to pay homage to the Tree God every New Year.

Upon arriving at the Ji Family’s courtyard, Mu Yining and others were already there.

Ren Jiawei was dressed in a simple blouse and beige casual pants, exuding a powerful presence reminiscent of a successful career woman.

By her side, Ji Shaorong was quiet and reserved, emanating a faint scholarly charm, much like Ji Heng. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

“Miss Mu,” Ren Jiawei cordially shook hands with Mu Yining.

Under the banyan tree, Mu Zhao, having spent the previous night desperately studying the game of Go, immediately started a rematch with Jiang He upon arrival.

Jiang He wore a white small-collared shirt, fashioned with a traditional necktie, looking like an impassive gentleman as he extended his hand and mercilessly placed a black stone on the board.

Mu Zhao: “…”

Since the day he arrived from Xiangcheng, he had never won against this kid opposite him.