Chapter 166: Fault 063: Part One (Second Update)_2<div>


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    Ji Shaojun: “…As long as you’re happy.”


    “Alian isn’t going,” Ji Heng, holding a rag, asked Ji Shaojun to carry out the embroidery frame and pondered for a while, “I’ll go with you.”


    He needed to rify things with Ji Mn.<div>


    Ji Shaojun nodded, as he moved to carry the embroidery frame, “Then I’ll reply to Mr. Xu.”


    “Grandpa, uncle, I’m off to school.” Bai Lian was now extremely sensitive to the name Ji Mn.


    She and Ji Mn were like two parallel lines; as long as the other party didn’t bother her, it was fine.


    “Go ahead,” Ji Heng, while instructing Ji Shaojun to be careful with moving things, waved to Bai Lian, “Watch out for cars on the road.”


    It wasn’t until Bai Lian had left that he looked at Ji Shaojun, who had moved the embroidery frame out.


    “Really going to demolish?”


    Ji Shaojun set the embroidery frame down properly and umonly took out a cigarette, responded vaguely, “I won’t sign the contract.”


    He squatted to one side, looking very silent.


    Ji Heng, holding the rag, slowly wiped the embroidery frame, “Should I go talk to the Ren Family…”


    “Don’t bother,” Ji Shaojun had an extreme aversion toward the Ren Family; he knew what Ji Heng was thinking just by hearing him, “They wouldn’t agree to it anyway.”


    Ji Heng, seeing Ji Shaojun like that, didn’t bring it up again, but his brows were slightly knitted.


    Bai Lian took her backpack and headed to school.<div>


    She had just left Purest Street.


    That’s when she saw the blue car parked across the street.


    Bai Lian raised an eyebrow; she walked over and knocked on the car door.


    The passenger window lowered, revealing the man seated in the driver’s seat.


    Jiang Fi was still wearing the white shirt fromst night, his right hand loosely propped on the steering wheel, supporting his face in the palm, his light-colored eyes looking toward the passenger side.


    “Aren’t you still in Jiangjing?” Bai Lian paused her listening practice, taken aback by his early morning appearance at the entrance to Purest Street.


    Jiang Fi came back to his senses.


    He leaned over to open the passenger’s door, fingertips casually tapping on the steering wheel, “Came backst night, there was something at theb, get in first,” he said unfazed.


    Bai Lian opened the passenger seat door.


    Just as she was about to turn her listening back on, she saw several WeChat messages on her phone.


    Lance: [This idea is simply fantastic]


    Lance: [I’m going to try it now]<div>


    Lance: [[Image]]


    He had sent a CT image.


    Bai Lian opened it and could clearly see the bone structure.


    Initially, she was very resistant to Western medicine, but after these two days ofmunication, she realized that Western medicine’s poprity in society wasn’t without reason.


    One reason was that most traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions had been lost.


    Another reason was because Western medicine was based on scientific principles, and they could tell you everything about your illness clearly.


    Nearly reliant on machinery, you could clearly see where the lesions and sources were.


    Bai Lian had to admit, there were merits to this.


    They didn’t need to use inspection, auscultation and olfaction, inquiring, and palpation.


    Bai Lian leaned back in her seat, but she had seen true doctors who didn’t need instruments, like those itinerant doctors in Xiangcheng who could identify the soldiers’ lesions at a nce.


    She always felt that culture hadn’t been cut off.


    But now she couldn’t help beginning to think, after being passed down for thousands of years, why it was on the verge of being reced by a few hundred years of Western medicine…<div>


    The traffic light was red.


    Jiang Fi noticed she had paused on the English listening page for quite some time without hitting y, so he tilted his head slightly andmented on her studying, “…Meditating on English?”


    Bai Lian snapped back to reality.


    Dressed in her blue and white school uniform, revealing the pristine white cor underneath, the window half-open, the breeze lightly lifting her fine hair, her features were so delicate they were dazzling.


    Bai Lian first nced at her phone, thenzily turned to Jiang Fi, her eyes slightly narrowed, the corners of her lips lightly curved up, “No, I was thinking about how to kill English.”


    Jiang Fi, capable of great things anytime, anywhere, “…”


    He pressed on the gas pedal.


    Not for any particr reason, but he knew, Bai Lian genuinely wanted to “kill” English.


    “Why aren’t you saying anything?” Bai Lian propped her chin with her hand, raising an eyebrow.


    Jiang Fi maneuvered the steering wheel, speaking with utmost calm, “I’d like to as well, but one must be rational.”


    “Peace, peace,” Bai Lian reopened her English listening, gave him a smile, then sighed, “I know.”


    Jiang Fi turned the car around a bend, glimpsing the trace of regret between her brows.<div>


    When Bai Lian returned to school, Pu Xiaohan and others asked where she had been the past couple of days.


    “Something came up,” Bai Lian replied casually, as she ced her backpack on the desk and nced over in Yang Lin’s direction, frowning, “Did my deskmatee in yesterday?”


    “No,” Pu Xiaohan kept her voice down, “Lu’s mom seemed to have gone on a home visitst night, not sure what the situation is.”


    After saying that, she nced at Bai Lian’s expression again, not daring to say anything more.