The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 411 - 383 This is Ying Zijins voice she likes him 1 more

Chapter 411: 383 This is Ying Zijin’s voice, she likes him [1 more]

Chapter 411: 383 This is Ying Zijin’s voice, she likes him [1 more]

“Yes, that’s right,” said Nora, “It’s a difficult disease. I used some equipment to check her and found that there’s no problem with her brain, but she needs to undergo brain surgery.”

“If you have time, you could come over and we could discuss this together, there might be some new findings.”

Nora was also interested in some strange diseases.

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That was another reason she stayed to treat Old Madam Ying, besides the invitation from Pei Tianyi.

Her main expertise wasn’t neurology, but she had treated quite a few patients in this field.

“Okay,” the girl’s voice came through the phone, light and clear, “I’ll come over this weekend. Please send me the address, Doctor.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nora’s face showed a smile, “It will be at First Hospital; we’ll set up a time later.”

In the end, Zuo Li didn’t give her Ying Zijin’s WeChat ID; she got it herself.

Nora spoke English, but it was simple, just everyday communication.

Although Zhong Manhua hadn’t practiced for many years, she could still understand.

She was very nervous, and still not certain, so she asked again, “Doctor Nora, she will come, won’t she?”

Old Madam Ying’s condition really couldn’t be delayed any longer. Although it wasn’t fatal, there was a strong possibility she could become a vegetative state.

“She will,” Nora began to unbutton her lab coat, her eyes showing undisguised admiration, “She is very polite and keeps her promises. The young generation today is truly remarkable indeed.”

“Youth producing heroes?” Hearing this, Ying Zhenting couldn’t help but frown, “Doctor Nora, how old is this assistant that you have invited?”

“She’s almost 18,” Nora said seriously, “But her medical prowess is definitely not less than mine, even higher.”

With Nora’s words, Ying Zhenting swallowed back what he was going to say next.

He had read her profile; Nora’s standing in the international medical community was very high.

Imperial Capital Hospital had invited her several times to give lectures; there really was no need for her to lie.

But Ying Zhenting’s heart still harbored some disbelief, always feeling that the profession of a doctor—too young and without experience—could hardly excel; it was likely just theoretical knowledge.

Ying Yuexuan’s heart, however, skipped a beat.

For some reason, she suddenly had a bad premonition.

“I’ll be going now,” said Nora, nodding to everyone, “Old Madam just took some sleeping pills and she has fallen asleep now. You all don’t need to worry.”

“Okay, thank you, Doctor Nora,” Zhong Manhua earnestly saw her out and then returned to the entrance of the sickroom, holding onto Ying Yuexuan’s hand and praising her, “Xiao Xuan, we owe you our thanks. You’re your grandmother’s lifesaver.”

No matter what, Ying Yuexuan had brought a doctor who could treat Old Madam Ying, which was something she had over Ying Zijin. This somewhat balanced her heart.

Ying Yuexuan lightly pursed her lips, her complexion carrying a hint of paleness, “Mom, what are you talking about? Grandma has been so good to me; of course, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

Last month at the Nie Family’s Lunar New Year party, she had been forcefuly pulled out of hypnosis by a slap from Ying Zijin, which caused her to be unable to concentrate or use the Gaze Induction Technique for any hypnosis since then.

Her hypnosis wasn’t strong, it was something she learned by chance while traveling in Oceania from a teacher.

But it was better than nothing.

“Zhenting, Zhenting…” Just then, Zhong Manhua suddenly seemed to remember something, grabbing hold of Ying Zhenting’s hand, her voice trembling, “Did you, did you feel that the voice sounded like Zijin?”

Hearing this name, Ying Zhenting’s expression darkened, “Haven’t we said not to mention him?”

And besides, he had run off to the entertainment circle without any agreement, playing the piano in front of so many people.

He never learned it well when asked before; how come he showed such brilliance the moment he left? Wasn’t it intentional to embarrass the Ying Family?

The more Ying Zhenting thought, the angrier he got.

If Ying Zijin had shown such talents while at the Ying Family, would he have been partial?

“Zhenting, I’m serious,” Zhong Manhua’s heart was still uneasy, “Zijin isn’t even eighteen yet.”

“Manhua, you’re thinking too much,” Ying Zhenting’s brow furrowed again, “Study and piano can be improved with short-term effort, but medical skill? It’s pure fantasy.”

With Ying Zhenting’s reassurance, Zhong Manhua gradually calmed down, “Perhaps, you are right.”

Coincidences like that don’t happen. It must just be a similarity in their voices.