The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 410 - 382 International Finals Please Divine Doctor 2
Chapter 410: 382 International Finals! Please Divine Doctor [2 more updates]
Chapter 410: 382 International Finals! Please Divine Doctor [2 more updates]
Wen Tinglan also knew why Wen Fengmian would ask such a question.
Because of Norton University.
That woman was profit first, and it wouldn’t be surprising if she came looking for them after learning he had gotten into Norton University.
Wen Tinglan frowned slightly, “Dad, you mustn’t go soft on her.”
“How could I.” Wen Fengmian’s expression gradually faded, “You and Yaoyao are what’s most important, Dad understands that very well. Moreover, after what she did to you back then, I couldn’t possibly forgive her, let alone trust her again.”
As he spoke, he sighed, “It’s also my fault.”
When Wen Tinglan was five, his biological mother came back for a visit.
At that time, Wen Tinglan’s psychological disorder wasn’t particularly severe, but he had claustrophobia and didn’t like talking to strangers.
That woman didn’t know this and only felt that her son was not close to her.
In a rage, she locked Wen Tinglan in a room and turned off all the lights, then left without looking back.
As it happened, that night Ying Zijin had a fever, and Wen Fengmian carried her to the hospital in town.
Originally, he planned to take Wen Tinglan with them, but Wen Tinglan never liked hospital environments.
Left with no choice, Wen Fengmian had to trust his ex-wife.
A tiger wouldn’t eat its offspring.
No one expected things to turn out that way.
Wen Tinglan’s condition worsened from then on, and for years he didn’t speak, not even to Wen Fengmian and Ying Zijin.
For the next decade or so, that woman never came back.
Wen Tinglan hesitated, “Dad, they won’t really come looking for you, will they?”
“No.” Wen Fengmian shook his head slightly, “Don’t worry about them, let’s eat.”
Wen Tinglan picked up his chopsticks as someone knocked on the door at that moment.
Wen Fengmian looked up, “Who is it?”
Wen Tinglan was a student of an SS-grade academy, enjoying privileges not afforded to other students, and his dormitory was a single-person villa.
Usually, other than his senior brothers and sisters, no one else would come.
Today was the Chinese New Year in Hua Country, but not for others.
“I’ll go get the door.” Wen Tinglan stood up and walked over to open the door.
Then, he saw the vice-principal standing with his hands behind his back, looking very serious.
Wen Tinglan was startled, “Good day, Vice-Principal.”
“Good, good, good, I’m very well.” The vice-principal coughed a few times, “Did you talk to your sister on the phone just now?”
Wen Tinglan didn’t know why he would ask this, but still nodded.
The vice-principal rubbed his hands, “Did she, by any chance, send her regards to me?”
“No.”
The youth’s expression seemed to say, “Why would she send regards to you?”
Vice-Principal: “…”
He knew he was just a tool.
Wen Tinglan asked, “Is there anything else?”
“Yes, of course, there is.” The vice-principal looked serious, “That is, I know that in Hua Country, people play mahjong during the New Year.”
Wen Tinglan was slightly surprised that the vice-principal knew so much about their customs, and once again nodded, “That’s true.”
“You see, with just three of us, it’s not possible to play mahjong.” The vice-principal slowly pulled out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, “How about we play Fight the Landlord?”
“…”
**
The New Year passed in a flash, and by the end of February, the ISC regional contest officially concluded.
The official website posted the rankings.
Still in the first place was that mysterious overall rank one, leading by a significant margin.
Yet this top-ranked contestant had not revealed their identity or name, and the audience members who went to the Shark Live Broadcasting Platform couldn’t match this rank one with any known academic god.
They never considered Ying Zijin.
After all, any normal person who had secured a direct spot to the international contest wouldn’t bother with selection rounds and regional contests.
As Ying Zijin’s popularity continued to rise, more and more people paid attention to the ISC.
Though most people couldn’t understand the problems, a betting pool sprang up online.
It was a bet on who would rank higher in the international finals, Ying Zijin or the overall rank one.
[Place your bets, who’s stronger: the overall rank one or God Ying?]
[I’m betting on God Ying, no reason, just judging by the face.]
[Clearly the overall rank one is abnormally strong, unbeatable in speed solving. I’m betting on the overall rank one.]
In class 19, Xiu Yu looked over these comments, stroked his chin, and said, “How come there’s no option betting that you and the overall rank one are the same person?”
When Ying Zijin heard this, she took off her headphones, “Betting? Is there money involved?”
Xiu Yu choked, “No, just a poll.”
“Oh.”
The girl put her headphones back on and didn’t pay any more attention.
Xiu Yu, having browsed through Weibo, took an interest, “Daddy Ying, can I accompany you to the international finals?”
“You need to do well on your college entrance exams,” Ying Zijin, yawning, raised an eyebrow, “If you don’t score above 650, don’t come to see me.”
Xiu Yu: “…”
She silently turned to the side, only to see Jiang Ran frantically working on practice problems.
Ever since the chaos of his inner strength was thoroughly suppressed, he had become hopelessly addicted to physics and math.
Xiu Yu silently took out a Golden Test Paper and began to write.
**
There were a total of 1,200 spots for the international finals, and Ying Yuexuan ranked 1,109th, naturally qualifying for the competition.
Zhong Manhua, upon hearing the news, wasn’t very excited.
She felt uncomfortable inside.
During the New Year, quite a few noble ladies visited her, all mentioning the same thing.
Even the tone of their voices was identical.
“Ying Zijin is really amazing. A single piano piece made her famous across the whole network, and she’s the Academic God promoted by the General Television Station. It’s a pity, Manhua, that she isn’t your biological daughter,” they said.
“Otherwise, you could have shared in the limelight, alas, there’s nothing you can do. She has left the Ying Family, and there’s no way you can bask in her glory anymore,” they added.
Zhong Manhua couldn’t drive them away and had to reluctantly endure, her mood growing worse, which affected her treatment of Ying Yuexuan as well.
Ying Yuexuan had put in a lot of effort to get into the international finals, but Ying Zijin had secured a spot long ago.
It was clear who was more impressive at a glance.
Zhong Manhua sat on the sofa in a daze, not even noticing Ying Yuexuan’s return home.
“Mom, the medical doctor whom my senior brother asked for help has arrived,” Ying Yuexuan said, lips pursed, fingers tightly pinched, “When will she be treating grandma?”
“Really?” Zhong Manhua was first stunned, then overjoyed, “Has she already arrived in Shanghai City?”
“Yes.” Ying Yuexuan took out her phone and showed some information, “This is Doctor Nora, who has a very high reputation internationally.”
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Zhong Manhua looked at it and pushed her discomfort to the back of her mind, “Xiao Xuan, we are lucky to have you. Otherwise, we would not have been able to invite such a prestigious medical doctor.”
Plainly put, the scope of the Ying Family’s business was too small.
They had no ties with the academic or medical community, nor did they have any connections.
Zhong Manhua consoled herself inwardly.
No matter what, Ying Yuexuan was still outstanding, at least Ying Zijin couldn’t treat Old Madam Ying.
Her choice wasn’t wrong.
Furthermore, the Yuan family had already arranged for Ying Yuexuan to be engaged to Yuan Jiacheng.
But what about Ying Zijin?
Her relationship with Fu Yunshen hadn’t even begun to take shape.
It might just be a fling.
Only when things were stable could Zhong Manhua be at ease.
“Let’s go now,” Zhong Manhua stood up, “Does Doctor Nora have time now?”
“She does,” Ying Yuexuan also quietly exhaled a sigh of relief, “She is at the First Hospital.”
Zhong Manhua nodded and called Ying Zhenting before heading to the First Hospital with Ying Yuexuan.
Old Madam Ying’s headaches had been worsening, so she had been staying in the hospital.
After examining Old Madam Ying, Doctor Nora left the room.
Ying Zhenting hurried forward, “Doctor Nora, how is the situation?”
“Old Madam’s headache is indeed quite peculiar,” Nora frowned, slightly hesitating, “I can’t be certain, I need someone to help me take a look.”
Upon hearing this, both Ying Zhenting and Zhong Manhua’s expressions changed.
Even Nora found Old Madam’s illness to be thorny and needed another doctor’s assistance?
Nora was known for treating many difficult and complex diseases, otherwise, she wouldn’t have had such a high status in the medical field.
Pei Tianyi was able to have her come at Ying Yuexuan’s request because she once owed Pei Tianyi a favor.
At the time, something important had been lost from the lab, and it was Pei Tianyi who helped track it down.
Zhong Manhua was very anxious, “Doctor Nora, what are the chances of successful treatment?”
“I’m fifty percent confident,” Nora smiled, “But with her added, I would say one hundred percent is possible.”
Zhong Manhua let out a sigh of relief, “May I ask who Doctor Nora is planning to invite?”
She guessed that whoever Nora was personally inviting must be a highly skilled Divine Medical Saint from Continent O.
“Just a moment,” Nora said, “I’ll make a call; she is in Shanghai City.”
Zhong Manhua was surprised, “She’s in Shanghai City?”
Nora nodded and took out her phone.
She found Ying Zijin’s WeChat and made a voice call.
After three seconds, the call connected.
Nora spoke up, “Hello, Classmate Ying.”
