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 dical affairs departnt to check the dical 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 so mory 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 ssage Dr. Liu had sent, which contained an image—the patient information found by Dr. Liu—
[Patient Na: 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 thodical in whatever he did, although sotis he could be impatient with his team mbers.
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 overti 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 eting,” the assistant replied, observing his expression and movents 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 ti she cos, let 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.
Jiang Fulai’s private rest room was at the top of the building, accessible by a separate elevator.
He exited the elevator and headed to another one that wasn’t open to other people.
In the lobby on the first floor, a group of people happened to be passing by.
n and won.
Leading them was a strikingly attractive man in a suit, speaking with a middle-aged man beside him. Upon seeing Jiang Fulai, he quickened his pace and approached, “Brother Jiang.”
Jiang Fulai nodded slightly towards the man, his refined features betraying no emotion. As for the others, he didn’t glance at them, and without stopping, he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
For a mont, the entire first floor fell into silence.
Everyone watched as the elevator reached the top floor.
Only when the red numbers stopped did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Jiang Fulai’s assistant stepped aside, took a pile of docunts in his arms, and greeted the arriving man: “President Jiang.”
This was Jiang Xijue.
The CEO of Zhongxing Group.
Jiang Fulai’s assistant was also very polite to Jiang Xijue, “Assistant Ye.”
Assistant Ye smiled and left with the docunts.
Jiang Xijue watched Assistant Ye go before withdrawing his gaze, “Director Li, let’s reschedule for another day.”
No one dared to object to him.
After Jiang Xijue left, Director Li turned to the man behind him, “President Ming, let’s call it a day. President Jiang doesn’t have ti today.”
Once President Ming got into the car outside, he carefully exhaled. Even though he had only stopped by the first floor to look at the model today, it was a unique experience in their circle.
But his luck was also very good, having t the crown prince of the Jiang family.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he turned to the girl in the back seat and shared the day’s events, only rembering sothing at the end, “Zongyao, how are things going with the young master from the Yue Family?”
Ming Zongyao’s gaze was on the computer, “He’s getting engaged to soone from the Wen Family at the end of the year.”
**
Bai Lian was simply in a different place to look at data.
On WeChat, Hu Yue, Zhou Wenqing, and others had sent a bunch of ssages, and there was also a ssage from Director Jian.
When Jiang Fulai took off his coat and ca in, he saw her sitting at the desk, processing data and ssages, and his usually cool brow and eyes softened sowhat.
“How co you didn’t say anything when you ca over?” Jiang Fulai walked behind her and saw she was chatting with Director Jian.
She and Director Jian had decided on a na for the new song—
“Flat Boat.”
This was influenced by Hu Yue—the lyrics she wrote had a certain far-ocean feel of a “Flat Boat.”
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