The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 871 - 341 Alian, MTR Research Institute!_2

Hearing Bai Lian’s words, Gao Shu and Jiang Xijue lifted their heads, they originally wanted to tell Bai Lian that Ming Dongheng only listened to Jiang Fulai, who was also the only person Jiang Fulai had taken with him before he fell into a coma.

During this period, he barely slept, only daring to half-close his eyes, afraid to sleep deeply.

Even when it was Jiang Xijue and Gao Shu who came, he never let his guard down.

These twelve days, many had urged Ming Dongheng to get some sleep, but Ming Dongheng hadn’t stepped half a step away from the hospital room door.

Originally thinking that Bai Lian would say the same, Ming Dongheng straightened his collar and bowed slightly to Bai Lian, "Yes, Miss Bai."

Having said that, he headed directly for the stairwell.

He didn’t pause for even half a second.

This attitude greatly exceeded the expectations of Gao Shu and Jiang Xijue; the two exchanged looks, once again surprised.

Jiang Fulai’s safety was paramount, and Ming Dongheng trusted no one else, having struggled up to this point.

Bai Lian just left with a word?

He hadn’t called his subordinates to replace him yet?

After a moment of stun, Jiang Xijue turned his head and said to his assistant, "Notify the butler, ask Jiang Yunjian to come over urgently."

Next to them.

Bai Lian watched the person inside through the glass, "What’s the situation?"

Gao Shu snapped back to reality, walked over to Bai Lian, and explained, "He was also in a coma once when he was eight years old, similar to this situation, and it took him two months to wake up that time."

Now that Bai Lian knew, Gao Shu didn’t want her to worry.

Attempting to sound light-hearted, "Don’t worry, the doctor said his vital signs are all good, nothing will go wrong, just waiting for him to wake up is enough."

At the top floor, the lighting was less bright, making Bai Lian’s face appear especially cold.

In her calm, there was a restrained fierceness.

Bai Lian just looked at the glass, not speaking. After a long silence, she let out a light breath, slightly turning her eyes to look back at Jiang Xijue, "I will call someone over."

Jiang Xijue was startled and quickly said, "You can."

Jiang Fulai had absolute trust in Bai Lian; last year in Jiangjing, he had expressed this idea to those around him.

Ming Dongheng’s behavior was evidence of this.

Bai Lian took out her phone and dialed a number, "Where are you?"

"Zior Avenue, the bend." The caller, Mao Kun, stopped his motorcycle by the roadside, took off his black helmet with one hand, and casually held the phone with the other.

Hearing the calmness in Bai Lian’s voice to the extreme, Mao Kun became serious.

"Come find me." Bai Lian gave an address without further ado.

At nine o’clock, the roads were not very crowded.

Mao Kun opened WeChat to see the address Bai Lian had sent, which was on Zior Avenue, but it seemed like a private restricted area.

He put his helmet back on and drove towards the location.

**

Here.

After Bai Lian finished calling Mao Kun, she gave Jiang Xijue the color and license plate number of Mao Kun’s motorcycle.

Then, standing by the glass window, she sent a message to Ji Heng, "Can I go in to see him?"

She asked Gao Shu.

Gao Shu nodded, "Yes, I’ll ask the doctor to get two sets of sterile suits, and we’ll go in together."

Next to them.

Jiang Xijue’s assistant pulled him aside and whispered to him about the mansion’s situation, "The heir from the Luo Family will come later; are you still going?"

"Not going now, any news from Azure Dragon Bar?"

The two spoke in very low voices.

Gao Shu didn’t hear much clearly, but Bai Lian listened attentively, slightly turning her eyes, her expression very faint, her right hand gripping the phone tightly.

Waiting for the attending doctor to come.

Gao Shu pressed the code at the door, leading Bai Lian into the room.

The temperature in the hospital room was two degrees lower than outside.

The ventilator and heart rate monitor were still there, the monitor showing a heartbeat, Bai Lian looked at the green line, her gaze resting on Jiang Fulai’s face, quietly standing by his bed.

She reached out to touch his hand that lay outside the blanket.

Even through the medical gloves, it felt consistently cold.

Bai Lian’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingertips slowly moved to his pulse.

It was a strange pulse.

Outside.

A man around thirty years old came in, looking at Jiang Xijue, "President Jiang, where is Mr. Ming?"

"Mr. Ming went to rest," Jiang Xijue replied seriously, "Before he returns, Yunjian, you must guard here 24 hours. I’ll soon have someone from the Chen Family come over."

Jiang Yunjian nodded, then looked towards Gao Shu and Bai Lian walking outside, frowning slightly, "Who is that with Dean Gao?"

He did not recognize Bai Lian.

"Miss Bai." Jiang Xijue said just three words to Jiang Yunjian.

"Miss Bai?" Jiang Yunjian, having only heard her name, was seeing Bai Lian for the first time, "What is she doing here?"

Jiang Xijue glanced at him, "Before Mr. Ming returns, just keep safe guard of this threshold."

**

Shortly after.

Bai Lian and several others came out.

The door closed behind them. Bai Lian removed her mask while asking the doctor, "So, what’s the situation now?"

Unaware of Bai Lian’s identity, the doctor stood quietly next to Gao Shu, following Gao Shu’s cue to explain, "Young Master Jiang has fallen into a deep coma; we haven’t found the specific cause previously. To further analyze it, maybe the recent research on brainwave analysis by MTR can yield results, but these..."

The doctor hesitated.

MTR was selling favor to Jiang Fulai; they wouldn’t do the same for others.

The main issue was that Jiang Fulai was still unconscious, and they dared not leak the news of Jiang Fulai’s coma.

Jiang Xijue managed the Jiang Family enterprise; that circle of international elites was unfamiliar to him.

"I’m in contact," Gao Shu tried to seem relaxed, "Don’t worry, Alian. Dean Gu is in communication with them."

Dean Gu was quite acquainted with them, it just needed some time.

Moving such a large and new type of equipment to the country was not a trivial matter.

Bai Lian took out her phone, scrolled through it, found Lance’s WeChat, and without looking up, asked calmly, "What’s the equipment you need called?"

Gao Shu was surprised.

The doctor instinctively replied to Bai Lian, "LNight-3."