The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 152 - 129_2

Before leaving, Bai Su squinted at Bai Tingxun, or more accurately at Bai Tingxun’s clothes.

Then, just before Rong Zhi closed the car door, she shamelessly got into Rong Zhi’s car.

Rong Zhi pressed her lips together, gazing forward as she pressed the accelerator. At the same time, she opened the glove compartment, intending to take out a pack of cigarettes, but after groping for a while, all she found was lollipops.

She looked to the side and saw that the blue cigarette packs in the glove compartment had long disappeared, replaced by lots of lollipops and various small snacks.

Rong Zhi frowned.

Who touched her car?

Without any cigarettes, she unwrapped a peach-flavored lollipop.

As they drove halfway, Rong Zhi’s craving for a cigarette became unbearable. She took a deep breath, her eyebrows pressed down with a cold impatience. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at a man enjoying the scenery and asked slowly, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Bai Su retracted his gaze and looked into her eyes, which were restrained and hostile. He spread his hands and smiled nonchalantly, "Seems like I forgot."

Got it.

She knew who was behind this.

"Did you throw away all my cigarettes?" Rong Zhi asked casually.

Bai Su was slightly taken aback, lowered his eyes, and said in a puzzled tone, "I didn’t throw them away; I just gave them to the auntie to keep for you. If you want to smoke, you can ask her for them."

Rong Zhi: "..."

She felt like hitting someone.

Seriously.

How was this any different from forcing her to quit smoking?!

Bai Su, calm and composed, met her gaze, which could kill, as he leisurely took out a bag of potato chips from the glove compartment, slowly unwrapped it, and offered a chip to the young woman’s beautiful lips with his long fingers, smiling, "Smoking is harmful to health, how about quitting, darling?"

... And he smokes, so where does he get the nerve to say that?

Rong Zhi raised her eyebrows, expressionless, and bit the chip, pretending it was Bai Su as she viciously crunched it to pieces; only then did she feel somewhat motivated.

Bai Su fed her like this until they reached Lan’er Sanatorium.

Upon getting out of the car, Rong Zhi took large strides into the building, completely ignoring the man behind her.

Bai Su chuckled silently, packed up the trash, and put it in the car’s garbage bin for easy disposal, then opened the door and got out.

Heading straight to the top floor.

Tang Xuyun was already waiting inside.

Rong Zhi spoke in a dull, somewhat hoarse voice, "Dean Tang."

Tang Xuyun nodded and asked her to sit, "Caught a cold? Your voice is so hoarse."

Rong Zhi: "No, just an old problem."

Tang Xuyun didn’t ask further. His gaze shifted to the man who followed, who had a charming and handsome face, a rare beauty.

He hesitated, "This is..."

"A friend," Rong Zhi didn’t want to explain further and asked Bai Su to sit aside and wait for a while.

Tang Xuyun looked a few more times before retracting his gaze and discussing business with Rong Zhi.

It was about a heart transplant surgery.

Lan’er Sanatorium and Beijing Xiehe Hospital both provided surgical plans, but the success rate was only 35%. Because the patient had a special status, they required a guaranteed successful operation. Tang Xuyun had no choice but to seek Rong Zhi’s help.

Tang Xuyun handed the patient’s medical records and detailed information to Rong Zhi.

The stack of papers was even thicker than Old Sir Lu’s.

Rong Zhi finished reading within a few minutes, closed the documents, and tapped them with her distinctive fingers, "Let me see the surgical plans."

Tang Xuyun pulled out two more plans and handed them over.

Rong Zhi reviewed them one by one.

She made up her mind.

No wonder the success rate was only 35%. There were other underlying conditions in the patient’s body; one misstep could exacerbate the whole situation. If other complications weren’t managed, the surgical risk would significantly increase.

It wasn’t that the plans from Lan’er Sanatorium and Beijing Xiehe Hospital were bad, but rather there were too many concerns, causing some minor aspects to be overlooked.

When Rong Zhi discussed the condition, her demeanor was calm, and each sentence hit the mark, making Tang Xuyun nod uncontrollably.

"I see..." Tang Xuyun, the gloom enveloping his heart for days, dissipated, and his usually solemn face couldn’t help but show a slight smile, "What does Third Young Master think, how much can the success rate improve with a revised surgical plan?"

Rong Zhi thought for a moment and gave a safe figure, "90%."

Tang Xuyun was inwardly shocked, but outwardly managed to keep his composure, asking, "Why not 100%?"

"100%?" Rong Zhi leaned back lazily. She smiled, allowing her brows to relax indulgently, "Sure, if I’m the chief surgeon."

Tang Xuyun: "Pfft."

So it seems that the 10% discrepancy was because she wasn’t the one leading, thus the value given.

But Tang Xuyun could understand. After all, Rong Zhi’s medical skills were renowned, giving her the confidence to be assertive.

The new surgical plan was finalized an hour later. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

And the identity of the patient for this surgery was significant; Tang Xuyun couldn’t afford any negligence. He thickened his face to request Rong Zhi lead the surgery. Rong Zhi mentally rehearsed the subsequent steps and nodded in agreement.