The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: I am Jiang Nanshu!

Jiang Hemian found out that Chu Muxi hadn’t died only by the next day’s noon, as he was tidying up the wreckage of the equipment in the research institute.

Qu Yao let out a sigh of relief, "It’s a good thing there’s been no accident; even though a building was destroyed, there were no casualties. That’s already incredibly fortunate within an unfortunate situation."

"Not dead?" Jiang Hemian furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes gloomy behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

How could that be possible.

If a person is submerged underwater for more than five minutes, it’s very difficult for them to survive.

Just yesterday he had clearly left nearly ten minutes after Chu Muxi had drowned.

He had timed the journey from Building Five to the lab, and he only appeared afterward.

Plus, during the short time he had taken Jiang Nanshu back to Jing University, they were still putting out the fire; there was no way they could have attended to the pond.

Yesterday, when he heard that they had found someone in the pond after half an hour, Jiang Hemian didn’t take it seriously, convinced that even if they were sent to the hospital, they would be declared dead.

He had calculated everything but had never expected that Chu Muxi would actually not be dead!

And now, she was conscious and receiving treatment in the hospital.

Seeing Jiang Hemian in a daze, Qu Yao couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, "Why do I sense some disappointment in your tone? If a person had died at your institute, you’d definitely have to assume a great deal of responsibility, and they’d even died during your practice experiment... Think about the consequences for yourself."

It took a while for Jiang Hemian to chuckle, "Qu Yao, you’re right. The person in the accident is the girl next door, my younger sister, whom I used to play with often. So I’ll leave the cleaning of the lab to you. I’m going to the hospital to see her."

Qu Yao nodded, "That’s more like it. Go ahead, I’ll take care of the rest. We’ll have to redo the experiment, sigh, when will it ever end."

Jiang Hemian took off his work clothes and placed them on his arm, and when he was leaving, he put the clothes in his own cabinet before driving to Beijing People’s Hospital.

In the hospital, Jiang Jingcheng received news that Jiang Hemian was coming.

His face was cold as ice.

Do these people come to the hospital every three days?

And they all look for him.

He’s in Cardiac Surgery; even for a drowning, they look for him to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Was he the only doctor left in the whole hospital?

But no matter what, Jiang Hemian was his younger brother, so he hung in there and sent a voice message, "Inpatient Department, third floor, Room 301 VIP ward, Chu Muxi is no longer in life-threatening danger and can be discharged tomorrow. If you want to visit, now’s the time."

The implication was that if you come any later, the person would be discharged after recovery.

But was his own younger brother really that close to Chu Muxi?

Apart from their childhood, after they grew up, they didn’t really cross paths. They were several years older than Chu Muxi, so they didn’t play together.

He dismissed this question from his mind.

Holding the medical record, he walked into Room 301.

Inside, a female nurse was changing the IV drip for Chu Muxi.

Jiang Jingcheng glanced at Chu Muxi’s pale complexion and noted in the medical record, "She’s not in any serious trouble now, just inhaled some water and her asthma hasn’t flared up. Notify her family when she wakes up so that she can be discharged tomorrow."

The female nurse nodded, "I understand, Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Jingcheng turned to leave.

From behind came a weak voice, "Second brother."

He paused mid-step and turned around, puzzled, to look at Chu Muxi who was struggling to sit up.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and there was a cut on the left side of her face from the glass, revealing flipped skin and looking quite ghastly.

"Second brother... sob, I’m your younger sister."

Jiang Jingcheng’s brows furrowed tightly, very perplexed at Chu Muxi’s inexplicable address.

His voice was indifferent, "Miss Chu, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not your second brother, nor do I have a younger sister."