SCT-Novel Chapter 52 - 52 052 Recruiting Miss Yes Mysterious Identity【2
Chapter 52 - 52 052 Recruiting Miss Yes Mysterious Identity【2
Chapter 52: 052 Recruiting, Miss Ye’s Mysterious Identity【2 updates】 Chapter 52: 052 Recruiting, Miss Ye’s Mysterious Identity【2 updates】 Bing He almost bit off his own tongue, stammering, “Miss Ye, where did you get this surveillance footage from?”
“A friend who’s into computers,” Ye Wanlan caressed the thermos in her hand, fabricating a friend out of thin air, “She just loves fiddling with this stuff. I asked her to help out, and she’s not bad at it, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bing He: “…”
Can you really get better video restoration results than the tech staff of Division 723 just by ‘playing’ around?!
The equipment from Division 723 was specifically provided by the World Strategic Re
“Xueqing, I’d like you to accompany me to the traditional medicine market after school today to buy some herbs, is that okay?”
Su Xueqing pursed her lips tightly, “But I don’t know much about traditional medicine.”
“Then what should I do?” Ye Wanlan rested her chin on her hand, letting out a soft sigh, “Alright, I’ll think of another way.”
The forlorn tone in Wanlan’s voice tightened Xueqing’s heart, “I… I know a little, I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you,” Ye Wanlan smiled, “I will ask you whenever I’m unsure about anything in the future.”
“Okay,” Su Xueqing responded softly, “but I’m not very capable, I used to…”
She stopped there, her expression turning sad.
Ye Wanlan didn’t press further; her eyes narrowed lightly as she gazed outside the window.
She would eventually make a trip to the Yunjing Su Family.
After school, Su Xueqing and Ye Wanlan left the classroom together.
Su Xubai, coming out of Class 2, glanced at them indifferently before turning away with a cold back.
Without greeting him, Xueqing said, “Ah Lan, the traditional medicine market is near the school; we can just walk there.”
This statement made Su Xubai suddenly stop in his tracks. He turned around, his gaze sharp with coldness, “Su Xueqing, have you forgotten everything you did in the two years since you came to Jiangcheng?”
Xueqing’s eyes wavered, and her body inadvertently desired to flee.
Ye Wanlan took her hand, stepped forward, and confronted Su Xubai with a smile, “Could you please not block the way? I really dislike it when someone blocks my way.”
In that second of eye contact, Su Xubai felt a pressure and tension he only normally felt when facing the elders of the Su Family.
No—
It was far greater!
After taking a deep breath, Su Xubai turned his head, his expression even more indifferent.
It was none of his business if Su Xueqing didn’t want to learn; he didn’t need to remind her anymore.
“Let’s go,” Ye Wanlan patted Su Xueqing’s shoulder, “Don’t mind him.”
“Thank you, but I…” Su Xueqing looked at her own hand.
They were right; she was a sinner, unworthy to be a doctor or to touch traditional medicine.
A few seconds later, Su Xueqing snapped back to reality, “Ah Lan, what illness are you trying to treat with the herbs?”
“Constitutional coldness,” Ye Wanlan said, “But not the ordinary kind, it’s a strange illness, which is why I wanted you to come with me to choose the herbs.”
“Okay,” Su Xueqing gazed at Ye Wanlan’s profile, lost in thought.
Maybe, she could step out of the shadows.
**
Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng First Hospital.
Sheng Song woke up once but then fell back to sleep.
“Uncle, there’s no need to rush,” Sheng Yunyi reassured him, then hesitated, “Didn’t Sheng Song tell you about the grudges he made at school? I saw on Weibo that he was bullied, some girl kicked his desk, and…”
“Nonsense!” Shengsong’s Father exclaimed angrily, “I’ll go to No.7 Middle School and talk to the principal right away!”
He was, of course, aware that Sheng Song often bullied other students at school, but so what?
His son absolutely couldn’t be the one getting bullied.
Without even stopping to eat, Shengsong’s Father immediately had his driver take him to No.7 Middle School, straight to the principal’s office.
There was another man in the principal’s office, dressed in modern traditional-inspired casual clothes, with a radiant complexion and a calm demeanor.
Shengsong’s Father didn’t pay him much mind as he strode forward, “Principal.”
“Sheng Song’s parent, you’re here,” the No.7 Middle School Principal adjusted his glasses, “Regarding the matter on the internet, Student Ye’s side meant that…”
“I don’t care about her side,” Shengsong’s Father interrupted the vice principal’s words, “Let’s just settle this privately, have her pay 200,000 yuan; it’s not much, and we won’t make a fuss about it.”