The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420: 388 Adult Ceremony, Identity Reveal [2 More Updates]

Chapter 420: 388 Adult Ceremony, Identity Reveal [2 More Updates]

Ying Tianlv’s expression changed dramatically in an instant, “Okay, I understand.”

He put down the phone, walked to the door, and started putting on his coat from the rack with urgent movements.

“What’s wrong?” Old Master Zhong was puzzled, “You haven’t even finished your meal.”

He had planned to have Ying Tianlv help him choose photos of Ying Zijin to make a birthday video.

Ying Tianlv fastened his buttons, his lips pursed slightly, “I just got news from the hospital, my grandmother… Old Madam Ying has become a vegetative person, I need to go to the hospital.”

The ties of kinship, they were too hard to cut off.

He wouldn’t forgive Old Madam Ying for what she had done to Ying Zijin, but he couldn’t just turn a blind eye to everything.

After all, Old Madam Ying had also taken care of him quite a bit since he was young.

Right and wrong, Ying Tianlv had always been able to distinguish clearly.

Old Master Zhong was taken aback and fell silent, “Life is unpredictable, we can only say that it’s better to do more good deeds.”

Ying Zijin felt nothing.

When she went to the hospital that day, she had already calculated it.

Old Madam Ying’s future had only two possible outcomes.

Either she would become a vegetative person, or she would be cured.

Ying Tianlv nodded and left.

After finishing dinner, Ying Zijin also left the Zhong Family.

Old Master Zhong went to the study alone, put on his reading glasses, and started looking at Weibo.

Although Ying Zijin was an amateur, she had many fans and even a dedicated ‘super topic’, with the number of members having risen to two million.

This figure was already on par with that of top-tier celebrities.

Because Old Master Zhong joined the super topic early on, he had become a well-known fan and even a small-scale host.

After collecting the new materials, he turned on his computer and started editing videos with great enjoyment.

**

The next day at noon.

Fu Yunshen went to Verdant to pick up Ying Zijin for lunch.

“The news about Old Madam Ying becoming a vegetative person has already spread throughout Shanghai City,” he pulled out a newspaper, “The First Hospital has even listed her condition as an unsolved mystery.”

Ying Zijin glanced over it casually, a brow arching, “You guessed it?”

Fu Yunshen leaned back in his chair, looking nonchalant, “It must have been Ye Suhe who also did something to her. The little tricks of Ancient Medicine can’t be detected even by modern scientific instruments.”

“Hmm,” Ying Zijin dispassionately remarked, “There’s a small bug in her brain, and the cause of her headaches comes from it, too. When the bug becomes more active, the headaches intensify.”

“After several years, it’s reached its end. Once the central nervous system is damaged, basic motor functions are lost, and she turns into a vegetative person.”

Ye Suhe learned Ancient Medicine from Shi Fengyi. Her methods were unorthodox and not accepted by the Ancient medical field.

Even though it was just superficial knowledge, it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary person like Old Madam Ying.

Old Madam Ying thought she had Ye Suhe under her thumb, but she was completely unaware that she had long been calculated by Ye Suhe.

Fu Yunshen’s eyes narrowed, “It’s right that there’s no cure. As for the other comments, I’ve already had them cleaned up, so don’t worry about it.”

“Today—” Ying Zijin sipped her soup, her tone even, “someone confessed to me.”

Fu Yunshen slowly looked up, his lips curving, “Oh? Another one? How many does that make now?”

Ying Zijin yawned, “I haven’t counted.”

Fu Yunshen’s expression remained unchanged, still exuding an air of indifferent amusement, “So, how did you reply?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“…”

Fu Yunshen’s eyes curled, his tone becoming slightly cajoling, “Brother will give you candy?”

Ying Zijin glanced at him, “You’re dreaming.”

“Isn’t it human nature to be curious?” Fu Yunshen persisted leisurely, “Then what will it take for you to tell me?”

“Depends on my mood.”

“Okay.” Fu Yunshen raised his hand, as if to pat the girl’s head as usual, but it was slapped away.

“Don’t touch my head.”

Fu Yunshen: “?”

“You’re like petting a dog.”

“…”

**

On the other side.

The First Hospital.

In the hospital room.