In Room 407, Bai Lian leaned against the balcony with her hair hanging loose down her back. One hand was casually tucked in her pocket, loose strands falling across her forehead, while her other hand held her phone, pale fingers tapping the screen.
“A truck…” she narrowed her eyes slightly. With all the new students at Jiang University these days, there were many vehicles moving slowly to avoid accidents. How could there be a crash at such a crucial time?
She walked back into the dorm room and picked up a jade hairpin from the table, methodically pinning up her hair as her dark eyes lowered, seeming bottomless as an abyss.
Just as Bai Lian was about to wait for Xu Qian to finish so she could shower, right after removing her jade hairpin, Ji Heng called.
Yu Simin had just grabbed her pajamas and climbed down from her bed. Seeing Bai Lian putting her hair up again, she asked in surprise, “Are you going out?”
“Yes,” Bai Lian replied, finishing with her hair. “Don’t wait up for me tonight.”
She grabbed her laptop and phone before leaving.
After she left, Kong Wei watched her departing figure and clicked her tongue, “Why do I feel like Bai Lian has an even stronger presence than Xu Qian?”
Then she remembered something else, “If we don’t leave the door open for her, where will she stay?”
Bai Lian wasn’t from Jiangsu after all.
Come to think of it, Bai Lian had been the first to arrive at their dorm room.
Downstairs, Bai Lian headed straight for the west gate, messaging Lansi as she walked.
She wasn’t very familiar with modern hospitals, but Lansi was. She called him.
“Malignant hyperthermia? With dantrolene it’ll be fine,” Lansi immediately knew the situation upon hearing the description. “But you said the patient has RH negative blood?”
“Yes,” Bai Lian replied calmly. “A pregnant woman, plus a car accident.”
The patient was Ji Mulan, but Bai Lian wasn’t anxious.
“That is dangerous, but if they save her, it’ll make a great SCI paper,” Lansi spoke English fluently with Bai Lian. “This case is rare – a beautiful emergency rescue, with only a ten percent survival rate. Who’s the patient?”
“Technically my body’s birth mother,” Bai Lian replied.
Though awkwardly phrased, Lansi understood and was speechless.
Messages could be unsent, but spoken words couldn’t be taken back.
He stammered, searching for words: “Well, it’s not hopeless. If your doctors are well-trained and can manage the temperature until the dantrolene arrives, there’s a good chance… Oh right, there’s a doctor in my lab who’s handled malignant hyperthermia before. I can connect you – they could provide some valuable advice during surgery.”
Ji Mulan’s condition wasn’t nearly as complex as Shen Qing’s had been. With luck, she could be saved. The key factors were medication and experience with malignant hyperthermia cases.
Compared to Shen Qing’s case, she had more advantages. In all of Jiang Jing, there were very few doctors who had experience with malignant hyperthermia.
“Student Bai Lian.” Nearby, Dean Huang was chatting with a Physics professor when he spotted Bai Lian and paused.
Carrying her laptop, Bai Lian politely greeted him: “Dean Huang.”
Dean Huang’s gaze fell on the computer in her hands, his brow twitching.
Zhongxing had research in various fields. This laptop bore no logo, just a simple black ultra-thin design, different from Zhongxing’s publicly released computers.
But as Academician Ma’s student, Dean Huang had seen this computer more than once.
“Where are you headed?” Dean Huang tried to pull his gaze from the laptop.
“Off campus,” Bai Lian remained composed even before the dean. “I have something to attend to.”
“Be careful,” Dean Huang wasn’t sure if Bai Lian was going to meet Academician Ma, so he asked kindly: “How’s exam preparation going?”
“Not bad,” Bai Lian had already spotted a car turning in from the left. She bid farewell to Dean Huang, “Dean Huang, my ride’s here. I’ll be going now.”
She got in the car.
Dean Huang stood watching the black car with its distinctive number plate.
He understood the situation now.
The professor beside Dean Huang had remained silent. After the black car left, he asked, “Bai Lian… is she this year’s top scorer in the college entrance exam?”
Hearing this, Dean Huang just smiled.
The professor followed Dean Huang, glancing back at where the black car had disappeared.
Ming Dongheng was driving.
He had just driven Jiang Fuling away from Jiang University when Bai Lian called.
In the back seat, Jiang Fuling hadn’t opened the window. He was on his phone, calmly speaking to someone: “Butler Jiang, I won’t be returning for now. I’ll go directly to Shanhai Apartments later.”
Ming Dongheng drove steadily.
Bai Lian sat beside Jiang Fuling, opened her laptop, and leisurely browsed through saved papers.
“Why did you bring your laptop?” Jiang Fuling hung up and noticed Bai Lian looking at her computer, her profile softly lit by the screen’s glow.
“Force of habit.” The computer contained hard drive materials Academician Ma had left her; she wasn’t comfortable leaving it in the dorm.
Jiang Fuling rested his wrist on his knee, turning to look at her computer papers.
Very familiar.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
In the driver’s seat, Ming Dongheng found it strange – wasn’t Ji Mulan critically ill? Why did Miss Bai and Jiang Fuling seem so unconcerned?
Traffic was light at this hour, and the university hospital was nearby, so they arrived quickly.
At the emergency room entrance.
Police were still discussing with Xu En.
Old Mrs. Xu stood by the emergency room door turning prayer beads, praying for Ji Mulan and her unborn child’s safety. Ever since learning Bai Lian had scored top in the college entrance exam, she had become extremely concerned about Ji Mulan’s unborn child.
After all, someone who could give birth to someone as intelligent as Bai Lian must have excellent genes.
Xu Shujie and Xu Wenyao had already arrived. She held a folder, quietly asking Assistant Xu, “What happened? How could a car lose control near Jiang University?”
“Don’t know,” Assistant Xu hadn’t driven Xu En today and had only just arrived himself. “The current problem is, which hospital has dantrolene?”
Malignant hyperthermia was too rare, and dantrolene had a short shelf life. The drug itself was expensive, so few hospitals kept it in stock.
Xu En had already contacted the chief physician at the main hospital.
A doctor came out of the emergency room, glancing at the clock outside while saying: “The mother urgently needs blood, and the main hospital used their only dantrolene last month. We’re still contacting other hospitals. If you have connections, ask if any research institutes have stock.”
It was strange – normally the main hospital would definitely have stock. How coincidental that they had used it just last month.
Old Mrs. Xu looked at Xu Wenyao anxiously, “Wenyao, don’t you know some people in laboratories? Ask if they know anything.”
Xu Wenyao looked down at his WeChat messages, “I’m already asking. They’re trying to help.”
The situation was urgent. Shen Qing had given another vial of blood and was walking over, pressing her arm.
Ji Heng just stared unblinkingly into the emergency room, maintaining this posture from the start. “What did Butler Lou say?”
Ji Shaojun hung up the phone and shook his head, “Says he’s making inquiries.”
During their conversation, nearby Old Mrs. Xu and Xu Shujie heard this for the first time – who was Butler Lou?
Just then.
The elevator doors opened beside them. A girl in white emerged, looking down, with Jiang Fuling walking on her left and Ming Dongheng following behind with car keys.
After so long, seeing Jiang Fuling’s exceptionally cold face again made Xu Shujie and Old Mrs. Xu instinctively step back.
The noisy emergency room entrance suddenly became pin-drop quiet.
Bai Lian stopped beside Ji Heng, standing lazily.
As long as Ji Heng and Ji Shaojun were fine, Bai Lian was quite agreeable. She even politely greeted Xu En and Xu Wenyao: “How’s the situation?”
Xu Wenyao checked the messages on his phone, shook his head with a troubled expression: “It’s not good. We’re short on medicine. Chen Hong said his cousin couldn’t find any in the laboratories.”
“Ah,” only Xu Wenyao knew people in laboratories in their family. Old Mrs. Xu became a bit panicked, “Is this medicine really that scarce? Tell them our Xu family has money, they must find a way to locate it.”
“Grandmother, if we could get it we’d definitely use it to save people,” a nurse explained to the old lady nearby. “But this medicine is truly rare. The main hospital’s stock was used up, and if the laboratories don’t have any, we really have no other options.”
Jiang Fuling unhurriedly followed behind Bai Lian. He pulled his baseball cap lower, not looking at others, making a phone call.
But Shen Qing looked at Bai Lian, “Ah Lian, your mother still needs blood…”
Xu Wenyao paused, “You also have RH negative blood?”
“You have RH negative blood?” The nurse became anxious and quickly said, “Come with me quickly!”
Bai Lian glanced at the emergency room, rolling up her sleeve unhurriedly, “Alright.” Compared to when Shen Qing was injured last time, she was almost in two different states.
Beside her, Jiang Fuling precisely caught her wrist, looked up at the emergency room, and said “7th floor emergency room.”
He spoke a few more words quietly before hanging up, his gaze coldly sweeping past the nurse nearby. Under the lights, his sharply defined face appeared even more severe: “Jiang Jing has an RH negative blood bank.”
His voice was equally cold.
The nurse didn’t dare look at him and stopped urging Bai Lian to give blood, just wondering – RH negative blood was so rare, since when did they have a blood bank?
Just then.
Downstairs, a white-haired elderly man pressed the elevator button. No one knew that beneath his calm exterior was an extremely excited heart.
Last time he had just arrived in Danping City when he was sent back, but this time he finally had a chance to prove himself!
Leave a Reply