Chapter 875: Chapter 875

Ye Shaowen was furious, and the source of his anger was that Xiao Yezi was too concerned about Bo Tingshen and the Bo Family!

Clearly, it was already the date to terminate the contract, so why was she still so worried about whether Bo Tingshen would discover her identity?

Moreover, Bo Tingshen is the CEO of such a large group; how could he lose his composure in public because of an ordinary artist?

Now Xiao Yezi was as anxious as ants in a hot pot because of Old Master Bo's illness, which made him suspect whether Bo Tingshen was still entangled with Xiao Yezi after the last allergy incident, and what worried him even more, that Xiao Yezi was also wavering.

Otherwise, why is Xiao Yezi's attitude towards Lu Cen and Bo Tingshen completely different? She is indifferent to one and cautious with the other.

Previously, no matter how Shaowen expressed opinions about Bo Tingshen, Ye Xian could understand, but this time it was really unreasonable, so she simply turned her head and didn't speak to him.

Ye Juncheng: "Shaowen, don't throw a childish tantrum."

Xiao Yezi ignored him, and even her brother reprimanded him, making Ye Shaowen even angrier, so he got up and walked straight to his room.

Ye Juncheng gave him a glance, then retracted his gaze, "Alright, move a bit and see."

Ye Xian stretched her leg, "It indeed feels better, I think I can get down..."

"Don't move recklessly tonight, try walking tomorrow."

Ye Zhuoxuan, seeing that her foot was better, began to want to settle accounts from the banquet, but Ye Juncheng stopped him, "Dad, Xianxian is injured, let's talk about it tomorrow, Xianxian, show me the patient's medical record."

Ye Xian took back the phone from Xia Hewan and called Pang Kai to get Old Master Bo's medical record.

In the evening, Ye Juncheng was in the study, focusing on the medical record, while Ye Xian sat next to him, propping her chin and watching him, gradually getting sleepy.

Ye Juncheng removed his gaze from the medical record, seeing her head nodding like a little chicken pecking at rice, looking extremely cute, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips.

Ye Xian immediately perked up, "Brother, am I disturbing you?"

"No, but if you're tired, go back to sleep."

"Not tired, not tired! I'm not tired at all, I have to supervise you to sleep by twelve o'clock, otherwise, you won't be energetic for the surgery tomorrow."

Suddenly a loud noise came from outside the door, surprising Ye Xian, she turned her face, and through the glass door, she saw Ye Shaowen holding a basketball, dribbling continuously in the corridor, pretending to be nonchalant as he passed by the study door, "Oh, insomnia is so uncomfortable, not like some people who can sleep anytime without a care in the world~"

Ye Xian: "..." Who is he referring to?

"Why is second brother acting so strange today, playing basketball in the middle of the night, afraid of falling asleep?"

"If he doesn't play, he will be even more irritated."

Ye Juncheng put down the medical record, looking at her with a serious expression, "Xianxian, why do you care so much about Bo Tingshen?"

"Huh?" Ye Xian was stunned, "Do I...care?"

Ye Juncheng raised his brow slightly.

Ye Xian felt seen through, "Okay, I admit I do. It's because... he treats me quite well."

Ye Xian scratched her head, momentarily unsure where to start, "Brother, you should look at the medical record first, I'll tell you some other time." The source of this content ɪs novęlfire.net

"Alright, wait till you explain."

The next day, Anzhen Hospital, Cardiovascular Medicine ICU

At eight in the morning, a group of Bo Family relatives stood outside the intensive care unit, each stifling their sobs, showing mournful expressions, even the air was filled with a sad scent.

Faced with the continuously deteriorating condition of Old Master Bo, over a dozen top heart doctors worldwide were helpless, waiting for the basically hopeless reply from the UK, trying to extend the lifeline as far as possible. The Bo Family's lawyer had already arrived an hour prior to confirm the will one last time.

Wen Yan leaned in Bo Junfeng's arms, constantly wiping her tears, Jiang Wanze stood in the corner, silently watching the critically ill old man in the ward.

In the ward, the old man with a respirator mask, pale-faced, slowly clasped the man's large hand beside the bed.

The usually energetic and decisive man at this moment had bloodshot eyes full of fatigue showing in his tall, straight back.

"Little... Little Shen, don't be sad. Grandpa has no regrets in this life having such an excellent grandson like you. If there's any regret, it's not having had the chance to see you marry and have children. I've always been curious, what kind of woman you will marry, how cute my great-grandchildren would be..."

He spoke, feeling the parched, slim hand tightly clasped.

Shangguan Yunli and the butler, seeing the veins bulging on the man's hand, couldn't bear to turn their faces.

Old Master Bo slowly raised his hand, pointing to a figure outside the door, "Let Wanze come in."

The butler came out to call Jiang Wanze in; Jiang Wanze was momentarily stunned, seemingly not expecting he would want to see him.

On the sickbed, the old man looked at him, forcing an expression, "Wanze, Grandpa is sorry to you."

With this sentence, tears instantly flowed from Jiang Wanze's eyes. He had waited too long for him to allow him to call him Grandpa, yet he didn't expect it would be at this moment. No matter how much resentment he held towards him usually, at the final moment, the power of blood ties was so magical. A single title could dissolve everything, causing endless reluctance.

This scene, even the director couldn't bear to watch; he turned his head and received an unfamiliar call.

Picking up the call, a clear, gentle voice was heard from the other end, "Hello, I am Ye Juncheng, a heart specialist pioneering the intelligent heart transplant surgery project at the UK Birmingham Medical Research Institute."

After the call ended, the director was so excited he almost dropped the phone, "There is hope! There is hope! Old Master Bo's surgery has hope!"

Once said, everyone turned to look at him, what hope? Wasn't it said that Professor Burne had Parkinson's and couldn't come?

The director: "I just received a call from Professor Ye Juncheng from the Birmingham Medical Research Institute, he said he's on his way now and will arrive shortly!"

"He's the research specialist for the intelligent heart transplant surgery project, a student of Professor Burne."

Hearing Ye Juncheng's name, over a dozen top heart specialists were shocked.

"Is it the Ye Juncheng who once won numerous global heart science awards, causing a stir in the medical world, yet disappeared two years ago? Turns out he went to the Birmingham Research Institute to study intelligent heart projects!"

"Always heard that the proud Professor Burne accepted a final disciple, turns out it's Ye Juncheng!"

"My God, this is incredibly fortunate! Professor Ye is a heart science genius, a medical miracle. With him performing the surgery, there's absolutely no problem with Old Master Bo's operation! The heart surgeries he performs have a success rate of one hundred percent!"

Listening to, the Bo Family relatives wept tears of joy. Among them, the man holding the old man's thin hand momentarily paused, lifting his bloodshot eyes, "Who?"

Shangguan Yunli clearly heard and was somewhat surprised looking at him, "Ye Juncheng? Could it be... Ye Xian's brother?"

Pang Kai also got a startle, "No wonder Ye Xian asked me for Old Master's medical record last night, I thought she was just concerned a little."

That said, the man's eyes surged with intense ink-like color, deeply wanting to engulf something within.