Chapter 275: Chapter 275

After breakfast the next day, Rong Zhi went out with Ying Zhao Yuan. Bai Su was originally supposed to come along, but at the last moment, he was called away by Ying Ji, who claimed it was to assess his abilities.

The hospital they chose was a private one, where Demmi worked. When he saw Rong Zhi, he eagerly surrounded her, enthusiastically taking her around the department, leaving the actual patient behind.

Ying Zhao Yuan: It seems my sister is more popular than I am. Where should I put my handsome face?

The test results would take half an hour, so Rong Zhi waited in Demmi’s office with Ying Zhao Yuan, taking the opportunity to discuss an upcoming surgery with Demmi.

After a brief chat earlier, Demmi learned that this Miss Nine specializes in Western medicine focused on cardiology and neurology, while his main field of study was one of the brain sciences. He ended up showing Rong Zhi his academic paper from last year.

"Was it you who published this?"

Unexpectedly, Demmi thought Rong Zhi didn’t pay attention to these things, but now it seemed she frequently read academic journals.

Demmi reconsidered and thought it made sense, as she was a medical expert comparable to Mr. Yingka, so it was normal for her to be invested.

He nodded, his tone involuntarily respectful, with a humble attitude as he asked, "Miss Nine, do you think there are any issues?"

Rong Zhi asked Demmi for a pen, and after getting it, she habitually spun it in her hand before picking up a sheet of paper to explain some academic viewpoints.

In the fields of medicine and mechanics, she definitely had authority, uttering a slew of complex and obscure terms; a long string of foreign words flowed from her mouth, sounding exceptionally pleasant.

But Ying Zhao Yuan didn’t understand a word, except noting how nice his Little Nine’s voice sounded; everything else was just gibberish to him.

Demmi, however, listened with keen interest, sometimes puzzled, sometimes enlightened, almost making Ying Zhao Yuan think he was possessed, exhibiting a crazed appearance.

He immediately pulled up the original document of his paper, typing rapidly on the keyboard, muttering continuously, not concealing his excitement, "You’re right, this area is indeed easily misunderstood. This surgical plan does have room for a higher success rate..."

After making some changes, he looked at the computer screen with red eyes, almost crying on the spot, his voice choked up, "Miss Nine, you are truly a genius in medicine!"

Demmi’s medical paper focused on a neurological disease with a success rate of only five percent.

Even after years of research by international medical organization scientists, the success rate increased to only seven percent; however, Rong Zhi’s suggestions just now raised the success rate by another twenty percent!

"I sincerely suggest you participate in the international medical organization recruitment in March. I have Mr. Yingka’s recommendation letter; you can use it to register," Demmi earnestly advised.

Rong Zhi shook her head, her tone was emotionless: "Too busy, I have work."

What job is more important than joining a medical organization?

In the end, despite Demmi talking until his mouth was dry, lips chapped, he couldn’t persuade the youth.

He drank cool boiled water in resignation, leaning back with a breath of frustration, unwilling to give up: "Miss Nine, would you reconsider..."

Rong Zhi concisely replied: "No consideration."

Ying Zhao Yuan’s examination report was delivered to Demmi’s office; Rong Zhi flipped through it to understand the situation, and immediately devised a treatment plan.

He just needed a minor surgery to remove the cyst inside, but the recovery period would be quite long, at least three months during which Ying Zhao Yuan would not be able to smell anything.

"Three months?" Ying Zhao Yuan frowned, "Then what about the Perfumer Association’s assessment? Fourth brother can’t rush back in time, eldest brother is injured, and second brother doesn’t know about this..."

It wouldn’t be appropriate for Ying Ji, who is already the vice president of the Perfumer Association, to take the assessment?!

Rong Zhi absentmindedly tapped her forehead.

The membership qualification of the Perfumer Association is very important to a distinguished perfume family, a recognition and an added honor for the family.

The reason the Ying Family has come this far is that for many years, at least three members of each generation in the family were members of the Perfumer Association.

And now in Ying Cenchuan’s generation, only Ying Zhao Yuan was going for the assessment.

So it’s not surprising that Angduo expanded his actions so recklessly, intercepting the Ying Family’s goods and injuring Ying Cenchuan, relying on the fact that both he and Qianlai passed the initial Perfumer Association assessment, making them fearless.

"How many days until the end of the assessment?"

Rong Zhi sorted out the cause and effect, glancing sideways to ask.

Ying Zhao Yuan thought for two seconds and replied: "The initial assessment ends tomorrow."

Rong Zhi faintly acknowledged.

After getting the medicine for Ying Zhao Yuan, the two left the hospital.

After they left, Demmi detached himself from the emotional blow dealt by Rong Zhi, got up to revise the paper, and then republished it.

The moment he saw the email successfully sent, Demmi suddenly felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. He dared to ensure this paper would definitely cause an explosion in the medical world!

The backyard of the Ying Family was a field of spice plants, and Rong Zhi walked through slowly, occasionally bending over to lightly sniff at the still tender flower buds, carefully distinguishing their scents.

As a perfumer, she was very sensitive to different scents. The mixed smells at Qingqu County Hospital had made her particularly uncomfortable.

She recorded the blooming times of these flowers in her phone as she walked, then saved and exited to study Ying Zhao Yuan’s surgical plan.

At nine in the evening, Ying Zhao Yuan was injected with anesthesia, his sight gradually blurred, his ears catching the slightly hoarse yet gentle words of the young man.

"Sleep, it’ll be fine when you wake up."

Ying Zhao Yuan wanted to nod but found he couldn’t move, and then he lost consciousness.

In twenty minutes, the sterile room door opened, and Ying Yunlin, waiting outside, hurried up to ask, "How is it?"

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze slightly, "The surgery was very successful, he just needs to recuperate."

Resting almost enough to wait for the surgery, Ying Cenchuan was inwardly relieved upon hearing this, looking at the young man with gratitude and affection, "Little Nine is indeed amazing."

Ying Ji also let out a sigh of relief and smiled, "Little Nine, you must be tired. Let the servant take the sixth brother to rest, and you should tidy up."

She turned back into the sterile room.

When she came out again, she wore just a white shirt, sleeves rolled to the middle, the lines from her wrist to her arm smooth and beautiful, her skin a fair white, emitting a slight coolness.

With a folder tucked under her arm, she sat on the single sofa, her gaze sweeping across the room, her brow slightly furrowed, quickly relaxing again upon not seeing the expected person.

"This is Zhao Yuan’s recovery schedule."

She opened the folder and pushed it over, slowly explaining Ying Zhao Yuan’s condition. When they learned that Ying Zhao Yuan would be unable to smell for nearly three months, Ying Ji was a bit taken aback.

"What should we do now?" Ying Yunlin scratched his head, "No one from our family will attend the perfumer’s assessment this time."

Though the assessment ends tomorrow, even if Ying Zhao Yuan recovers, he won’t make it in time.

Ying Cenchuan pressed his temples, his face somber, and after a long time, he spoke: "What if I go? Father can temporarily manage the company, and we’ll see after the assessment." Follow current novels on NoveIꜰire.net