From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 787 - 787: 396 notifications



Chapter 787: 396 notifications

“Brother, my body itches….”

The little girl whimpered, looking utterly aggrieved.

As a child, A Jiang was allergic. Not only was she allergic to antibiotics, but her entire body would react during the transition of spring and autumn, breaking out with a rash.

At the age of four, she caught a high fever due to catching a chill. At that time, their mother was handling their grandfather’s funeral, and he and his sister were taken care of by a nanny.

The young and inexperienced nanny took his little sister to a quack doctor. The little sister had an allergic reaction to the medicine and nearly died.

He never wanted to relive the terror of that night.

Twins have a telepathic connection.

When his little sister had a brush with death, so did he.

Everyone says that children don’t have memories. But he remembered everything about his little sister very clearly.

The soft and tender bundle that was his sister had large and bright eyes, like stars in her eyes, with skin as white and tender as a snowball. Their mother loved her the most and spoiled her to be petulant. Whenever something did not go her way, she would have a fit. When her tears fell, he was willing to give her his life.

Even if she wanted the stars from the sky, the brother would pluck them down and present them to her.

From the moment they were conceived, they depended on each other for sustenance in their mother’s womb. They were each other’s closest people in this world, connected by blood and spirit.

In his previous life, he had definitely owed her. So in this life, he came to pay back his debt, using his whole life to protect her.

But it all stopped abruptly in the early winter of their fourth year.

——

Thirty-three years have passed, how many springs and autumns have gone by.

He could hardly remember the little sister’s face, only the calling from the dream at midnight.

“Brother…brother…” The little girl stumbled towards him, her face brimming with an innocent and adorable smile.

This has almost become his nightmare for the past thirty years.

——

Doctors and nurses rushed in with emergency equipment, encircling the shrunken girl on the hospital bed.

He stared blankly at the scene, his mind in a daze. There’s an unreal feeling, as if his feet were stepping on cotton. Each step forward brought an uncontrollable sense of weightlessness.

Qu Feitai was left stupefied as a nurse pushed him out of the room.

Xiao Hua was in a panic and yelled, “What happened to Miss?”

“The patient suffered from cardiogenic shock due to drug allergy. The doctor is trying to save her now. Please wait for the family members outside the ward,” the nurse replied.

A drug allergy?

Cardiogenic shock?

Xiao Hua’s face sank. She seized the nurse’s collar, threatening fiercely, “If something happens to Miss, none of you at the hospital will get away.”

The little girl had a sweet baby face. When she tried to act fierce, instead of being convincing, she looked even cuter.

Yet, the coldness in her tone scared the nurse, who stammered, “You… you all can rest assured. Dr. Bo is the best cardiothoracic specialist, you should trust Dr. Bo.”

Xiao Hua let go of the nurse, and the nurse quickly left.

Xiao Hua stamped her foot in anxiety, and turned her head to glance at Qu Feitai, “Didn’t you say you really like Miss? How can you be so calm?”

It’s true that no man can be trusted.

Qu Feitai’s eyebrows furrowed, his brow full of anxiety. His whole being was like a string pulled taut. Under the seemingly calm facade was a tumultuous undercurrent.

Ten minutes later——

The doctor came out. Xiao Hua quickly greeted him, “Doctor, how is our Miss?”

“It’s fortunate that Dr. Bo was here.” The young doctor’s eyes shimmered with admiration, “I didn’t expect Dr. Bo to have so much experience with this type of acute allergic reaction. Otherwise, the situation tonight would’ve been so dangerous.”

Xiao Hua sighed in relief and remembered Dr. Bo. He was the benefactor of the Ran family.

Qu Feitai was the first to enter the patient ward when the doors were pushed open.

A nurse gave Ming Jing an IV. She was lying quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes slightly closed, as if she were asleep.

Bo Yuxun was sitting by the bed, staring intently at Ming Jing’s face without blinking, his brows furrowed as if in deep thought.

“Uncle Bo,” Qu Feitai approached him.

Bo Yuxun placed his finger on his lips, signalling silence. He rose and led Qu Feitai out of the room.

“Everything’s fine now, don’t worry,” Bo Yuxun looked a little pale, but it did nothing to diminish his handsome appearance.

“Actually, I should take the blame. I nearly put Ming Jing in danger.”

As a doctor, he had made such a basic mistake. This was unacceptable.

“Uncle Bo, there’s no need to blame yourself. Ming Jing understands and won’t blame you. After all, you saved her.”

Bo Yuxun managed a bitter smile, “How could she be so cruel as to blame someone else? She’s just too kind. Anyway, you should go back and rest now. The on-duty nurse will keep an eye on her. I’m here, nothing will happen.”


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