Chapter 192: Chapter 192

"Xu Muwei said in the livestream that she truly loved Jia Yanxiu, but when she got back to school, that agent’s brother broke up with her..."

But how could Xu Muwei bear to break up with him, especially after finding out that Jia Yanxiu was just an empty shell? Then she cried and claimed that she was only trying to comfort Jia Yanxiu at the time.

She said Jia Yanxiu had been abandoned by his mother, and his father was stripped of all assets. What Jia Yanxiu needed then was the support of friends, not betrayal.

She said the one she truly loved was the agent’s brother.

But she didn’t realize that before the agent’s brother came to find her, he had also asked the mining heir to come over as well.

After hearing her words, the mining heir felt quite miserable.

Then, Xu Muwei went to a hotel to sleep with the agent’s brother.

The mining heir stood outside the hotel, smoking half the night away.

The next day, back at school, Xu Muwei went to find the mining heir again.

She took the initiative to tell him that everything she said in the livestream was just to comfort Jia Yanxiu, essentially repeating the same story she had told the agent’s brother to the mining heir.

Listening to the same spiel, his heart grew even colder.

Then she shyly took his hand and said the one she loved most was actually the mining heir, even saying she was willing to go home with him to meet his parents.

Unfortunately, Xu Muwei didn’t know that by the time she found him, the mining heir had already sent messages to the other two.

As Xu Muwei excitedly pulled the mining heir’s hand, wanting to leave with him, Jia Yanxiu and the agent’s brother appeared.

"It was right during lunchtime, on the road in front of the cafeteria, bustling with people. The three men teamed up to expose Xu Muwei’s true colors."

"She finally felt so humiliated, she ran away crying." Get full chapters from NoveI★Fire.net

"And then she took a leave of absence from school!"

An Yan was utterly shocked.

She only regretted not having followed them at the time—or rather, hadn’t she had a hand in orchestrating this whole situation?

When Xu Muwei declared her true love for Jia Yanxiu, it was on her livestream after all.

An Yan quickly checked the leaves on the tree.

Haha! As expected, a few more leaves had appeared. She estimated that at most ten leaves on this branch had yet to reveal themselves.

She blamed herself for not calculating Xu Muwei’s next move. If she had been able to livestream those subsequent events, perhaps this entire branch would have been revealed by now.

As they spoke, the group took the elevator to the operating room floor.

This time, it was a first-class operating room, located by itself on the top floor.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, An Yan saw several heavily armed police officers!

Ya Zhuo wheeled over, his face unable to hide his joy.

The wheelchair moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of An Yan, reaching out his hand to her.

Wen Ya stretched out her long leg to block his wheelchair, keeping him a meter away from An Yan.

Su Siming chuckled from behind, "Dr. Ya, our Miss An Yan is already spoken for, so rein it in a bit!"

Ya Zhuo’s face flushed as he looked at Wen Ya, "I don’t have any other intentions. I know Professor An is out of my league! Don’t worry."

Wen Ya was expressionless.

Whatever his intentions were, her job was to keep all men—except for Ninth Master—who tried to approach Miss An Yan at bay!

Not having received a response from Wen Ya, Ya Zhuo awkwardly diverted his gaze.

Then he saw Su Siming and Liang Chen both walking upright and was momentarily surprised, "Your foot injuries are healed already?"

Ya Zhuo felt a little hurt.

Could it be because he was getting older, and his body’s healing abilities couldn’t match those of these younger guys? That shouldn’t be it; he was only five years older than Su Siming!

"It’s all thanks to the medicine Miss An Yan gave; it worked wonders. Knowing we’d see you today, I brought some for you too."

Su Siming took a tin from his bag and handed it to Ya Zhuo. "Apply it now, and it should work in about an hour."

"Thank you, Young Master Su."

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily glanced over at An Yan.

He felt his presence in Professor An’s mind was practically negligible.

She had prepared medicine for Su Siming and Liang Chen and personally treated Ling Xiao, but as for him...

He hadn’t received the slightest bit of Professor An’s attention!

But decorum still made him nod at An Yan, "Thank you for the medicine, Professor An."

Even though Professor An hadn’t given it to him personally, she had made the medicine with her own hands. Figuratively speaking, he could consider himself to have received her care after all.

With a flick of her wrist, An Yan produced a bottle. "Your condition is slightly different from theirs. Add this, and the effect will be better."

Heavens above, earth below! Professor An actually remembered him!

His outstretched hand trembled. "Thank you, Professor An!"

As soon as everyone entered the conference room, the dean stood up, "Dr. An, hello. It’s an honor that you’re willing to perform surgery on our patient!"

"Hello." An Yan nodded politely.

As soon as the dean stood up, the members of Ya Zhuo’s team seated behind him also rose.

There were five people in total, three men and two women, all dressed in hospital uniforms.

Sitting in the same row as them were the teams brought by two other professors.

When Ya Zhuo’s team stood, one person from the other professors’ teams, sitting adjacent, instinctively started to rise too but was held down by a colleague.

At this point, the eyes of everyone in the conference room were on An Yan’s group.

Professor Song was curious.

Professor Tian, however, was scrutinizing. After sizing them up, he turned to Zhang Xuebin without hesitation, "Is this the miracle doctor you found?"

Zhang Xuebin nodded unflinchingly. "Yes, this is Dr. An Yan, an expert in medicine!"

"Expert? How old is she, exactly?"

"Medical expertise has nothing to do with age, does it?" Zhang Xuebin’s face turned cold, his tone unhappy.

He had gone to great lengths, practically talking himself hoarse, to invite An Yan. If this so-called professor managed to anger her and drive her away, then it was likely no one could save the drug trafficker.

Seeing Zhang Xuebin’s cold expression, Professor Tian huffed in displeasure, "I’m just being honest. Of course, if you insist, forget I said anything."

An Yan regarded Tian Zhongren thoughtfully. "Since this professor questions my medical skills, what are you suggesting then?"

Tian Zhongren said, "I think we should play it safe. Let’s all discuss and come up with the best treatment plan, and choose the most capable person to perform the surgery on the patient, okay?"

A slight smile touched An Yan’s lips. "Okay, then may I ask what plan you intended to use to treat the patient before I arrived?"

They did have plans, but none of them could guarantee the patient’s survival.

And yet, ensuring the patient survived was a goal they absolutely had to achieve.

However, admitting that aloud was impossible for him.

How could he, a distinguished professor, admit that his skills were inferior?

He cleared his throat and replied, his face expressionless, "Let’s hear yours first."