Chapter 84: Chapter 78 Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei bump into each other
 

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“Sister Jing? You are, you are Sister Jing?!” Gan Lanlan’s words were tinged with shock.

Qiao Jing nodded, “You can call me Sister Jing.”

“How can that be? Sister Jing is my exclusive nickname,” Xu Moqian was not pleased and turned to Gan Lanlan, “She is your superior, you should call her Professor Qiao.”

Professor Qiao?!!

These three words solidified Gan Lanlan’s guess.

“It’s just a title, anything is fine,” Qiao Jing said casually.

“No, no, Sister Jing can only be called by me, if anyone else dares to call her that, I’ll fight them,” Xu Moqian rolled up his sleeves and glanced sideways at Gan Lanlan.

Gan Lanlan’s eyes twitched slightly, thinking even if you allow him, he wouldn’t dare to casually call her Sister Jing.

“Professor Qiao, my name is Gan Lanlan. I’m a senior at the Imperial Capital Agricultural University.”

Qiao Jing looked at the uptight Gan Lanlan who stood at attention like a student who had just entered the office.

Gan Lanlan… this name, no wonder she felt it was familiar when she heard it yesterday. Now she remembered Xu Moqian mentioned it during their call.

“Hello, my name is Qiao Jing, and I am the founder of this research institute. Here, we are a collective, you don’t need to feel constrained. From now on, just call me by my name,” she said.

To call her by her name? So approachable? She seemed too down-to-earth.

Gan Lanlan’s perception of Qiao Jing was completely renewed by her words. In his eyes, Professor Qiao was the leading agricultural scientist in the Imperial Capital, renowned globally.

Such a lofty figure was one to be looked up to with respect.

Yet here she was, so grounded.

And Qiao Jing was also so young, about his age, and after achieving so much, she still remained so composed. Her temperament was indeed admirable!

The more he thought, the brighter Gan Lanlan’s eyes shone when he looked at Qiao Jing.

At this moment, Qiao Jing seemed to him a radiant being, surrounded by a glowing aura.

Xu Moqian shrugged his shoulders, typical of his Sister Jing, just a few words and she’s got another die-hard fanboy.

“Sister Jing, are you free this afternoon? I’ll take you for a stroll by the seaside?”

“I’ve got something on this afternoon,” Qiao Jing had promised Zhou Fu to join him for a meal.

“Oh—okay,” Xu Moqian said, looking visibly disappointed.

Qiao Jing passed the research report to Gan Lanlan, “This is the research project we’re currently working on. I’ve had some insights these past few days; take Grandpa Xu and the others to the conference room, hold a meeting, and discuss.”

“Yes! I’ll go right now!” Gan Lanlan was so excited that he turned around and bumped right into the door.

Wasn’t he excited? This was the first time Professor Qiao had entrusted him with a task.

“Are you alright?” Qiao Jing stepped forward to look at Gan Lanlan’s reddened forehead.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, I’ve got a hard head, it doesn’t hurt a bit! Hehe—Hehe—,” Gan Lanlan laughed sheepishly before rushing out the door to get on with his task.

Xu Moqian walked to the doorway, watching the hopping and skipping Gan Lanlan and clicked his tongue, “Has the kid gone silly with excitement?”

Five minutes later, the conference room was filled with intense yet professional discussion.

Gan Lanlan sat at the back, listening intently to every word Qiao Jing said, and the more he listened, the bigger the gap he felt between them.

Actually, he himself was a top student at Agricultural University, and if not so, he would not have qualified to join Professor Qiao’s research institute.

After joining, Gan Lanlan realized that what he’d learned at school couldn’t compare at all with Qiao Jing’s knowledge and experience.

The more this was the case, the more Gan Lanlan’s admiration for Qiao Jing grew, surging like a river, unstoppable and overwhelming!

After the meeting, Gan Lanlan immediately poured a cup of hot water for Qiao Jing, then attended to her every need, almost to the point of offering her a back massage.

Around two o’clock in the afternoon, Qiao Jing took a taxi to Zhou Fu’s private villa.

Before she could get out of the car, she saw Zhou Fu running quickly towards her.

So enthusiastic? Her apprentice was always a bit of a renegade, but today he seemed overly eager.

“Master, Master! You finally came!” Zhou Fu looked pained as he approached Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing sensed something was amiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come inside with me and you’ll see!”

Soon, Qiao Jing entered the living room and saw the man lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.

“Zhan Qipei? What happened to him?”

“It’s the Zhan Family’s doing; they said he refused to get treatment, then they drugged him with sleeping pills, sent him over, and told me to treat him for infertility,” Zhou Fu explained.

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Zhou Fu felt that having an illness and seeking treatment was nothing to be ashamed of. Hidden ailments were no cause for embarrassment, but now that the person had passed out, if he were to just pull down his pants, it would feel completely odd no matter how he thought about it.

Qiao Jing glanced beneath Zhan Qipei’s body and was reminded of the surgery from their first meeting.

“Cough cough—there’s no need for a check-up?”

“Huh?” Zhou Fu was taken aback, “No need for a check-up? No, not that, Master, did you just take one look and make a diagnosis? Has your medical skill reached such a transcendental level?”

Qiao Jing shot Zhou Fu a glance, “Do you think that’s possible? Diagnosing with just one look, do you think I’m a deity?”

“Then what did you mean when you just said, no need for a check-up?” Zhou Fu asked, puzzled as he looked at Qiao Jing.

“I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it, so I know.”

Qiao Jing said this calmly, but in Zhou Fu’s ears, it was like a storm had been unleashed.

At this moment, Zhou Fu’s mouth had formed a perfect round “O” shape, as his shocked gaze swept back and forth between Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei.

Seeing Zhou Fu’s reaction, Qiao Jing pressed her forehead with a headache.

Without a doubt, this guy’s thoughts had gone astray.

“Don’t think too much, I just performed a surgery on him.”

“Surgery? The kind of surgery that breaks one’s…” Zhou Fu blurted out but was immediately hit by Qiao Jing.

“Can’t you think of anything proper for once? What’s with all the nonsense in your head? He was shot with a bullet, right at the upper thigh. The incident was far from any hospital, and in a life-or-death situation, I had to perform the surgery on him.”

“So that’s what it was, you gave me quite the scare, thought you were completely taken advantage of by this guy,” Zhou Fu said, patting his chest in relief.

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes.

“Cough cough—so what’s to be done with him?” Zhou Fu hastily changed the subject.

“Once he wakes up, just say—you felt his pulse, and there was no problem,” Qiao Jing finished and added, “By the way, he doesn’t know that I saved him. And it seems he’s been secretly sending people to inquire, probably because he feels offended and wants to take revenge on me.”

“What? You saved him and he wants revenge? Ingratitude? I’ll stick a needle in him!” Zhou Fu grabbed a silver needle and aimed it at Zhan Qipei’s body.

Qiao Jing quickly reached out to stop him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m standing up for you, Master!” Zhou Fu said as if it were the most natural thing to do.

Qiao Jing flicked Zhou Fu’s hand away, “This is none of your business.”

Zhou Fu scrutinized Qiao Jing suspiciously, “Master, you haven’t fallen for him, have you?”

Qiao Jing couldn’t be bothered to respond to Zhou Fu and headed upstairs, saying, “Once I’m in the room, wake him up.”

“Alright.”

Zhou Fu’s gaze lingered on Qiao Jing for a few seconds before he pulled a face.

“It seems I was overthinking it. How could my Master possibly fancy the Zhan family’s young master.”

Not even the world’s most outstanding man would be worthy of his Master.

Zhou Fu poked at Zhan Qipei’s body a few times before sitting down to the side.

Zhan Qipei slowly opened his eyes, his dark, gloomy gaze sweeping around. Upon seeing Zhou Fu, he quickly gathered his senses and looked at himself.

His clothes were intact.

“I’m Zhou Fu, Divine Doctor Jing’s apprentice.” Zhou Fu introduced himself to Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei raised a hand to his temple, still feeling groggy from the sleeping pill and his brain somewhat foggy.

“I just felt your pulse for you. The pulse is normal, there’s no issue with ‘that’,” Zhou Fu said, not too politely, mainly because Qiao Jing mentioned that Zhan Qipei was seeking revenge on her in the shadows.

If not for considering that Zhan Qipei was the head of the Zhan Family, and heeding Qiao Jing’s instructions, he would not have been able to suppress the urge to take action against Zhan Qipei.

“Just felt the pulse?” Zhan Qipei asked with half-closed eyes.

“With my medical skill, feeling the pulse is enough,” Zhou Fu knew what was on his mind.

Did he think he would peek? He wasn’t sick, why would he look at such a thing? He had his own, and he saw it every day when bathing and using the bathroom.

Upstairs, Qiao Jing stood in front of the door, ear pressed against it, listening to the noise downstairs.

Just then, a cockroach with wings on its back and bulging eyes scuttled toward her, stopping at Qiao Jing’s feet, motionless.

Qiao Jing, aware of the faint noise, looked down, then found herself locked in a stare-down with the cockroach.

Downstairs, Zhou Fu stood up.

“Take care, no need to see you out.”

“Thanks.” Zhan Qipei said politely before striding out with long steps.

With a “bang,” Qiao Jing kicked the door open, her face tensed as if bracing for battle as she swiftly descended the stairs, coincidentally bumping into Zhan Qipei.