The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 875: Heritage_2

"Really?" Gao Shu pulled out a chair from inside and sat down, "When will they come?"

"In these two days," Jiang Xijue pondered, "they don’t know who they are treating. This matter can’t be made public. If any detail leaks, the aerospace institute and the Dark Matter Institute will collapse entirely. I need to arrange things properly."

The Jiang Family had never revealed to the Luo Family who was having problems.

And precisely because of this, their quest for a cure faced certain problems.

The news of Jiang Fulai’s accident could not be leaked, nor could they use his name; their situation was extremely difficult.

On the day the Luo Family members came to diagnose Jiang Fulai, Bai Lian set aside what she was doing and came to the Jiang Family’s private hospital.

For the sake of secrecy.

The time for the diagnosis was still chosen to be at night.

Mao Kun was exchanging shifts with Ming Dongheng, he was resting today, and the one on duty was Ming Dongheng.

When Bai Lian arrived, the Luo Family members had not yet arrived.

She stood outside the glass window, silently watching Jiang Fulai inside the room.

The man still lay peacefully on the bed.

Her phone lit up. Bai Lian looked down and saw a message from Lance—

[Arrived!]

Bai Lian pressed on her phone and sent a message—

[Mao Kun is waiting for you.]

Just as she finished sending it, the light on the top floor’s elevator flickered, and the elevator doors opened.

Jiang Xijue and Gao Shu came in with two people.

An elderly man and a young man in his thirties.

The two glanced at Bai Lian and Ming Dongheng, but since they clearly didn’t recognize them, they averted their gazes.

The next second, they were shocked by the sight of Jiang Fulai in the hospital bed.

"President Gao, this..." The old man pointed to the person inside the glass window, his fingers trembling.

The Luo Family, like everyone else, had difficulty simply seeing Jiang Fulai, but because Jiang Fulai had once treated the old Luo patriarch when he was a child, the elder Luo recognized that this was indeed the elusive young master of the Jiang Family.

Gao Shu stood beside the elder, nodding, "Elder Luo, it’s indeed my nephew, which is why the information has been kept under wraps. I’m entrusting this to you this time."

"President Gao, I really didn’t know it was the young master... If I had known it was him earlier," the old Luo patriarch changed into a new set of clothes and went in to diagnose Jiang Fulai.

Gao Shu anticipated the Luo Family’s reaction, "Please, Elder Luo and Young Master Luo, do not disclose this information to anyone else."

Ming Dongheng accompanied the Luo Family inside.

"Miss Bai," Jiang Xijue stood at the doorway, not going in but turned his head, looking at Bai Lian with some surprise, "Aren’t you going in?"

Bai Lian tapped her phone, watching the backs of the Luo Family members, and shook her head.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

In the hospital room.

Gao Shu clasped her hands together, staring unblinkingly at Elder Luo.

Traditional Chinese medicine diagnoses were not like the procedures in Western medicine; Elder Luo did not immediately take out acupuncture needles, but instead held Jiang Fulai’s middle and index fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and remained silent.

It was not the pulse-checking Gao Shu had imagined.

Noticing Elder Luo’s movements, Gao Shu felt a sense of familiarity.

Could it be that Bai Lian used the same gesture a few days ago?

However, this was not the time for Gao Shu to dwell on such thoughts; she saw Elder Luo retract his hand and quickly asked, "Elder Luo, how is my nephew?"

Next to her, Luo Cheng was taking out Elder Luo’s silver needles.

Elder Luo waved his hand, and Luo Cheng hesitated before silently putting the needles away.

"Elder Luo, what does this mean..." Gao Shu’s heart suddenly dropped to the bottom.

"I really can’t do anything this time," Elder Luo shook his head, "Our Luo Family has passed down our practices for five generations. Eighteen years ago, I performed acupuncture on Young Master Jiang once, and this time, I’m truly powerless, President Gao. You’ll need to seek someone more capable."

He walked out while untying his isolation suit’s coat.

His expression was grave.

Seek someone more capable?

With Western medicine prevailing, the Luo Family had managed to thrive up to this point entirely due to their ancestral traditional Chinese medicine practices. If even they dared not administer the needles, who would have the courage?

"Elder Luo," Gao Shu caught up to him, aware that the situation was grim; Jiang Fulai’s coma was far deeper than the episode when he was a child, "Please, try again..."

If Jiang Fulai truly could not wake up, the entire Jiangjing would descend into chaos.

Bai Lian was on the stairwell, on the phone with Lance.

Lance was curious about the acupuncture technique she had told him about, especially since he was the first to experience the improvement in his eyes after Bai Lian’s acupuncture and was beginning to recognize the profoundness of traditional Chinese medicine.

So, as soon as he got off the plane, he discussed the issue with Bai Lian.

Bai Lian candidly shared Jiang Fulai’s current condition with Lance, along with Jiang Fulai’s brainwave data.

Lance was also an expert in that area.

The two exchanged a few words.

When she returned, Bai Lian saw Gao Shu standing disconsolately by the elevator entrance.

Jiang Xijue took out his phone and called Director Gu, "Director Gu, how are things with the machine going?"

With traditional Chinese medicine no longer an option, all that was left was LNight-3.

They hoped the machine could identify the cause of Jiang Fulai’s coma.

"It was supposed to be settled," Director Gu frowned on the other end of the phone, "but those jerks said it was borrowed by their chairman, and we have to wait for him to return."

This path was also blocked, at least for the short term.

Ming Dongheng closed the door to the hospital room, took off his coat, and looked at Jiang Xijue.

Jiang Xijue fell silent for a moment; he was always strategic and assertive in the business world, but now he felt helpless.

The matter of Jiang Fulai and the Ma Institute Master was on the verge of being exposed, and calling the Luo Family today had been a desperate gamble.

It was feared that from a few days from now, news about the two men would spread far and wide, throwing both the Jiang Family and the entire scientific research community into utter disarray.

The whole corridor fell silent.

It was then.

The elevator doors opened again.

The sudden sound brought Jiang Xijue and Gao Shu back to their senses, and they looked up.

Just in time to see two people in the elevator.

One was an old man in a suit covered with sunflowers, wearing sunglasses, with Mao Kun talking to him with one hand in his pocket.

The old man stepped out of the elevator, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Xijue and Gao Shu and landing on Bai Lian, who took off his glasses and greeted her, "Bai."

"Where is it?" Bai Lian slipped her phone into her pocket.

He drew a white satin packet slowly and extracted a silver needle.