Lu Xuan received the files via WeChat on his computer and opened them one by one, carefully and attentively reviewing each report.
Ning Xi’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating Lu Xuan. At that moment, dressed in the white coat of a healer, he resembled a legendary "deity."
"I can perform this surgery."
Lu Xuan spoke only eight words, but to Ning Xi, they were no less than heavenly music.
"Can the surgery really be done?"
Lu Xuan said softly, "To avoid missing the optimal treatment window, the sooner the surgery, the better."
A relieved and brilliant smile sparkled in Ning Xi’s starry eyes.
Holding her phone, she said to Lu Xuan, "Doctor Lu, thank you. I’ll bring her in for the surgery as soon as possible."
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask me on WeChat anytime."
As Ning Xi opened the consultation room door, she found Old Master Bo and the butler standing outside.
The moment Old Master Bo saw Ning Xi, his eyes lit up with eager warmth, and his voice softened with kindness.
"Young lady, what brings you to the hospital? Could it be that you heard Bo Wang was hospitalized and came specifically to see him?…"
Ning Xi wasn’t accustomed to the enthusiasm of strangers. She politely and distantly stepped aside to let them enter.
As Old Master Bo and Bo Wang entered the room, Bo Wang immediately spotted Ning Xi in her white Taoist robe.
"Ning Xi, are you stalking me?!"
Before Ning Xi could respond, Old Master Bo slapped Bo Wang’s shoulder with a thud, gritting his teeth as he said, "Bo Wang, how dare you speak to your fiancée like that?"
Fi-an-cée!
Bo Wang abruptly turned his gaze to Ning Xi, his breathing growing rapid and panicked.
Ning Xi!
Her!
That little Taoist priestess!
Was actually his fiancée?!
Bo Wang exclaimed in shock, "Grandfather, what kind of joke is this? How could she possibly be my fiancée?"
Ning Xi’s starry eyes were cold and indifferent.
"Old sir, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I don’t have a fiancé."
Old Master Bo laughed heartily. "Your master is Meng Wuyou, right? You’re her disciple, so our little Wang is your fiancé."
Bo Wang thought of his "200 million," grinding his teeth as he realized that if he had known earlier that this little Taoist priestess Ning Xi was his fiancée, he could have saved those 200 million.
"Old Master Bo." Lu Xuan stood quietly behind Ning Xi like a towering tree. "Regardless of whether Miss Ning is Bo Wang’s fiancée or not, in this consultation room, she is only my patient. Please don’t frighten her."
Old Master Bo cleared his throat, suppressing his joy, and said, "Lu Xuan, you’re right. Since she’s already at our doorstep, there’s no need to rush."
After Old Master Bo and Bo Wang entered, Ning Xi, who was utterly bewildered by the talk of fiancées and marriage contracts, naturally chose the best of the thirty-six stratagems: retreat.
As soon as Ning Xi stepped out of the consultation room, Bo Wang maneuvered his wheelchair to catch up with her.
Bo Wang asked, full of confusion, "Ning Xi, are you really my fiancée?"
Although Bo Wang had known for a long time that he had a fiancée, he had never imagined meeting her under such circumstances.
Ning Xi stood firmly, looking down at him with an imposing presence.
"No."
Bo Wang cleared his throat uncomfortably. "But what if you really are my fiancée?"
Ning Xi's starry eyes flickered, a mocking sneer rising on her palm-sized face.
"If what your grandfather said is true, Bo Wang…" Then, based on my understanding of my Master, my fiancé might not be just you.
Meng Wuyou: Good disciple, take your time choosing!
Ning Xi: Master, I only like making money.