The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 876 - 344 wake up!

Mr. Lance observed the silver needles in Bai Lian’s hands.

In the past two years, Mr. Lance had also been studying the meridians of the human body in Chinese medicine, exploring how acupuncture could change pathology.

He had tried the acupuncture of a sitting doctor in Xuan Kang Clinic, and even though it was Dr. Hen, there were slight differences from Bai Lian’s methods, but later Bai Lian went to Jiang University, so there were fewer opportunities to observe.

Now seeing Bai Lian take out the silver needles, Mr. Lance knew he had come at the right time.

"Downstairs," Mao Kun spoke in place of Mr. Lance, holding car keys in his hand, looking towards Jiang Xijue, "The machine Mr. Lance brought is downstairs; sorry for the inconvenience."

Mao Kun raised his gaze, his eyes piercing through his blonde hair, showing a degree of seriousness.

He did not appear as carefree as he had several days before.

His demeanor had visibly changed.

"You first come in with me," Bai Lian took the coat from Ming Dongheng’s hands, casually throwing on one, and tossed another to Mr. Lance, "Mao Kun, go down and bring it up."

Both men briskly put on their coats and went inside.

Previously, when the Luo Family entered, Ming Dongheng accompanied them, but now Bai Lian was leading Mr. Lance inside, yet Ming Dongheng seemed assured.

He directly said to Mao Kun, "Let’s go."

Together with Mao Kun, he went downstairs to move the equipment.

Jiang Xijue and Gao Shu did not understand what they meant, exchanged glances, and followed them.

Behind them, Jiang Yunjian looked back several times, still frowning, "Director Jiang, are we just leaving them here?"

Jiang Xijue did not answer and walked straight downstairs.

Jiang Fulai trusted Bai Lian, and Jiang Xijue also greatly trusted Ming Dongheng.

Jiang Yunjian gritted his teeth and followed behind Jiang Xijue.

**

Downstairs.

A mid-sized truck was parked.

The back door of the truck was open, holding four separate silver machines.

The outermost machine was a highly sci-fi cylindrical shape.

Inside it was a liquid crystal display.

At the tail of the truck stood a foreigner, jabbering in a rolled tongue, and when he saw Mao Kun approaching, his eyes lit up, grabbing his sleeve, "*%#@!..."

Mao Kun scratched his head, "Brother, speak Chinese."

He did not understand, but Gao Shu and Jiang Xijue beside him heard clearly.

"LNight-3, Xijue, did he say this is LNight-3?" Gao Shu was somewhat dazed.

"It seems so..." Jiang Xijue came to his senses, quickly went forward to communicate with the foreigner, and contacted the doctor while directing people downstairs to move the dispersed machine upstairs.

The equipment was very heavy.

But Mao Kun and Ming Dongheng each carried two components upstairs with ease.

They moved them so effortlessly.

So much so that Jiang Yunjian and the others thought they were not very heavy.

Jiang Yunjian directly bent down to lift a small device...

Couldn’t lift it?

He maintained the posture of lifting the item, then somewhat dazedly turned back to look at the already disappeared figures of Mao Kun and Ming Dongheng.

**

It was just past nine at night.

Dean Gu was called by Jiang Xijue’s phone.

He lived in the backyard of the Jiang Family, so he arrived quickly.

In less than ten minutes, he reached downstairs.

"Dean Gu," Jiang Xijue, not very knowledgeable about these medical matters, met Dean Gu downstairs and led him up, "It seems like LNight-3 has arrived, and they are assembling and connecting it to power."

Speaking thus, the two arrived at the instrument room.

Dean Gu immediately saw the middle-aged man directing others to assemble the equipment with his back towards them, "Doctor Ambrose?"

"Hi," Ambrose turned around, clearly recognizing Dean Gu as well.

The two exchanged a few words, and then Dean Gu came out, looking towards Jiang Xijue, "Ambrose is now the chief in charge at MTR; this machine is their earliest invention, but how did you manage to invite them? Mr. Lance’s student, Mr. Lance is a distinguished guest of the Dawson family... you might not know him, but Miss Chen surely must have."

The Miss Chen he referred to was naturally Chen Beixuan.

Mr. Lance?

Jiang Xijue recalled that Ming Dongheng had called the man upstairs "Mr. Lance," and he said, "It wasn’t me; it was Miss Bai who found him, that Mr. Lance is upstairs with Miss Bai now."

Upon hearing Jiang Xijue say this, Dean Gu hurried upstairs.

Everyone went upstairs.

Jiang Yunjian stood beside Jiang Xijue, somewhat daze_turned to look at Jiang Xijue, "Director Jiang, this Miss Bai, she..."

Jiang Xijue did not speak.

This matter was unexpected yet within the realm of reason for him.

**

The assembly of LNight-3 was rapid.

By midnight, the results Mr. Lance wanted were out.

Dean Gu, unfamiliar with the research on LNight-3, stood by attentively listening to Mr. Lance and Doctor Ambrose analyze the results.

Mr. Lance used English throughout.

Bai Lian used Chinese throughout.

"That’s it," Mr. Lance looked at the needle near Jiang Fulai’s nostril, slowly turned to Bai Lian, his gaze intense, "Simply put, there is no damage to his cerebral functions, but Bai, when you applied the needle, there were significant changes in his brain waves; keep on applying the needles."

Bai Lian applied two more needles.

Upon hearing Mr. Lance say there were changes when the needles were applied, she finally set her mind at ease.

Indeed, it was as she had expected.

She extended her hand, slowly extracting the third silver needle, her gaze falling on his inch pulse.

Her face serious and pale, a fine sheen of sweat emerged on her forehead, hidden behind the white mask.

The machine beeped again.

Mr. Lance and Dean Gu, among others, hardly dared to breathe, watching the machine intently.

Only Bai Lian, still composed, pulled out another needle and focused her gaze as she inserted the fourth one.

The others at the top level had already dispersed, leaving only Gao Shu, Jiang Xijue, and Ming Dongheng.

"Alian... has she also studied Chinese medicine?" Gao Shu hadn’t expected that the one applying the needles would be Bai Lian, especially since even the old master of the Luo Family wouldn’t dare to do so lightly.

Ming Dongheng, without turning around, simply said, "You know about Xuan Kang, right, from Miss Bai?"

"I know." All these were stated by Director Chen.

"The method for myopia that is known to everyone now," finally, Ming Dongheng glanced at Gao Shu, "was initiated by Miss Bai’s teachings."

This was not widely known.

The public face of Xuan Kang was Hen Zhiwei, a persuasive authority.

Gao Shu and Jiang Xijue had heard of the myopia method from Xuan Kang, marveling at the magic of Chinese medicine, wondering why they had never heard of it before.

To think that this... actually originated from Bai Lian?

**

The next day.

A message spread like wildfire.

Rumors had it that quantum physics authority Ma Tongfeng died at the research facility, and at the same time, the head of the Dark Matter Institute also fell into a coma.

Overnight, these two messages spread across the entire network.

Not just Jiang University and the research institute, even ordinary people saw it.

Pu Xiaohan, a media professional, was always highly sensitive to such news.

She was closely acquainted with Bai Lian and others; she knew better than anyone to whom the CRFS Dark Matter Research Institute belonged.

Upon receiving this news, she quickly got up from room 303, called Bai Lian, and went to Jiang University to find Bai Lian.

Families large and small throughout Jiangjing had almost all received this explosive news.

Mu Family.

Mu Yining had just gotten out of bed, hastily grabbing her coat and heading outside: "How many people know by now? Where did the message come from?"

Thinking about it, Mu Yining also felt that Bai Lian had been behaving somewhat unusually these past few days.

"It’s everywhere, foreign media took advantage of the night to spread this news," Assistant Wang followed Mu Yining’s pace, "Many foreign research institutes are seizing this opportunity to penetrate our internal circles, and about that person from the Jiang Family..."

Could it really be a disaster?

The Mu Family had slowly started establishing a research institute, hiring twenty professors over the last six months, with Zhou Wenqing leading the charge.

They had also built up a considerable foundation.

Knowing a bit about internal affairs, CRFS affairs, even Assistant Wang had heard about them.

"I don’t know," Mu Yining took her car keys and sent a WeChat message to Bai Lian, turning her head to inquire, "How about Shaojun?"

"He’s speaking with the old master in the prayer hall; he probably doesn’t know about this yet," Assistant Wang knew that Ji Shaojun was like Bai Lian—they both didn’t tend to follow the news much.

Mu Yining got into the car, "We’ll tell him when he comes out."

She looked down at her phone, no reply yet from Bai Lian.

**

7:00 AM.

Jiang Family’s neighboring street, private hospital, top floor.

Bai Lian had not left since last night.

After administering the needles, feeling weak herself, she stayed next door.

Dean Gu and Mr. Lance went to study the method of needling she used.

At that moment, Bai Lian was in the stairway, taking a call from You Xinzheng.

The stairway was empty but had good sound absorption and had no echo.

On the phone, You Xinzheng’s voice was soft, "Junior sister, the news about the teacher couldn’t be kept a secret. The institute has decided to hold a memorial service for him in three days."

A memorial service.

Bai Lian held the phone to her ear, leaning against the wall, eyes slightly closed.

Having barely slept all night, her voice sounded hoarse, "Okay."

"Things might get chaotic," You Xinzheng took a deep breath, "as his final disciple, you will need to attend, I’ve prepared everything for you, the teacher entrusted his life’s work to you, it’s a heavy burden..."

"It won’t be easy, with many dissenters at the institute," considered You Xinzheng, knowing Bai Lian was only twenty, "don’t worry, both your junior brother and I will help you."

Bai Lian was still young, You Xinzheng knew she would have a hard time.

Academician Ma had left too abruptly.

"There was supposed to be one more person to help stabilize the scene for you, considered an ageless friend of the teacher, but.." You Xinzheng stopped there, not continuing, but instead steadied his mood, "Come to Jiang University later, I’ll explain more to you."

Academician Ma’s memorial service, Bai Lian’s participation was too crucial.

"I understand." Bai Lian looked up towards the hallway.

She hung up the phone, walking in the direction of the hospital ward.

Inside the ward, the curtains were not yet drawn.

Sunlight seeped through a small gap, falling on the room’s white tiles.

The caretaker, as usual, came to record his physical condition and, having recorded everything, moved to the curtains and drew them open.

Next to him, the equipment continued to emit regular sounds.

Sunlight suddenly flooded the room, spreading brightly over the white sheets.

The person on the hospital bed had his eyes closed, his complexion pale, devoid of any hint of color, long eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids. Seemingly stimulated by the sunlight, his eyelashes quivered.

Slowly, they opened.