The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 156 - 130_3

So, Rong Zhi being able to practice medicine doesn’t seem too hard to accept.

Ying Hengxiang bit his lip and clenched his teeth.

This way, didn’t what he said to Ying Hengyu yesterday just slap himself in the face?!

He looked up at the young man eloquently speaking from the main seat, his lips pursing tighter.

But within moments, Ying Hengxiang had come to terms.

The one he couldn’t stand was Ying Hengyu, not Rong Zhi. So what if Rong Zhi can practice medicine? She could only save Qi Ruiqin. Ying Hengyu’s pig brain, she couldn’t save.

Ying Hengyu’s eyes calmed like autumn waters and regained his usual aloof, unapproachable demeanor when he lifted his gaze again.

Even had the mood to let his mind wander.

He tapped his temple, listening to the young man explain the surgery, while pondering whether the Rong Family knew that Rong Zhi could practice medicine.

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After the meeting, Rong Zhi and Tang Xuyun performed a postoperative examination on Qi Ruiqin. After finishing, Rong Zhi brightened her phone screen to check the time.

00:35.

The second day.

She rubbed her aching, sore temples, rhythmically massaging to relieve the fatigue.

There’s still an exam tomorrow morning. Luckily, the city-level Olympiad takes place in Beijing, so she doesn’t have to travel to another province; otherwise, she’d have to catch a night train.

After parting ways with Tang Xuyun, she drove back to Huqing District.

Opened the door, Rong Zhi fell straight onto the bed, rolled over, and spread her arms and legs wide, lying there.

Next door, Rong Jiazze rested early. The room had good soundproofing, but she was too lazy to cook.

Eat tomorrow morning instead.

She lay there for a few minutes before slowly getting up to take a shower.

The city’s heating would last another two days. The air conditioning made the room not too cold, she came out wrapped in a towel, with her hair dripping water, casually grabbing a towel to dry herself. Just when she was going to find a hairdryer, the phone on the bed suddenly vibrated.

So late, who could it be?

She shuffled her feet, bent down, and swiped the screen.

The rushing sound of wind came first, followed by a man’s lazy, laid-back tone despite the wind.

"Zai Zai, come down and open the door."

Each unit door in Huqing District requires a homeowner’s card to enter, and the security measures are equally good. This was the reason Rong Zhi initially chose this place.

Rong Zhi: "Oh."

She hung up the phone, casually put on clothes, and draped a wide cotton coat over herself to go downstairs.

Outside the door, the lights were bright.

The man stood at the door, hands in his pockets, seemingly holding a bag in the other hand. With an elegant, striking face turned, he looked down with interest at something at his feet.

As Rong Zhi opened the door, she wondered if this man could look at the air with such deep emotions.

Those beautifully shaped almond eyes curved in happiness upon seeing her, the starlight reflected in his eyes rippling, disturbing the pool of starry brilliance, astonishingly bright.

"Zai Zai." He laughed softly, calling her, the ending slightly drawn out, languidly charming.

Rong Zhi paused her steps and responded for the rare occasion.

She murmured a greeting and turned first.

Back inside, Bai Su went to the kitchen and found a bowl to put the beef noodles in, then heated it in the microwave.

Rong Zhi didn’t wear anything under her hoodie. She went to her room to change, head slightly lowered, brows slightly furrowed.

Is it the initial suppression causing a rebound later on?

After just two months, she needed new intimate clothing.

And the explanation to Rong Fangjun also needed to be addressed soon.

Seriously, annoying.

When Rong Zhi finished changing her clothes, Bai Su had just placed the beef noodles on the coffee table.

When he placed the bowl down, he looked up, his gaze coincidentally aligned with a certain part of the young man, eyes slightly squinting as he saw the youth’s pursed lips. He nonchalantly shifted his gaze and smiled, "Haven’t eaten dinner?"

Rong Zhi touched the edge of the bowl, the temperature just right. She picked up the bowl, "No."

As a doctor, being busy to the point her feet never touch the ground was normal, and overtime was commonplace. In this world, no jobs aren’t tiring. To truly rest, one would have to wait until a hundred years later, when the soul returns to heaven, and the body is buried underground, then that’s called truly resting in peace.

Rong Zhi saw through things and took them lightly. She maintained a laid-back attitude towards everything, as long as no one provoked the people or things she cared about, she continued to be easygoing.

Thus, she looked down on the Rong Family for their antics.

Bai Su was initially dealing with messages. When he saw her quickly finish a bowl of noodles, he thought a bit and went back to the kitchen.

Rong Zhi smelled the familiar scent of medicine, she turned her head.

The man, with long and slender fingers, held a bowl of medicine, his elegant eyebrows slightly furrowed, struggling with the smell, he approached the young person next to him, slightly turning his body, carefully blowing on it before extending the bowl towards her.

"I brewed it according to the recipe, want to try it?"

Rong Zhi lowered her eyes and asked faintly, "Did you study medicine?"

Bai Su nodded, his voice dragging lazily as he smiled, "Don’t worry, Jiang Gujun drank it in the afternoon; besides a bit of bitterness, there’s nothing else. I prepared sugar."

Rong Zhi was skeptical, "Really?"

She could smell the herbs in the medicine, accurately blended, just like the throat-soothing formula from her self-written medical book.