The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Fang Zhiyuan almost fled in panic.

Ye Hua watched Fang Zhiyuan smugly, mocking him.

Do you think that's your daughter?

Dream on!

That Jiang Xiaoxiao is just as stubborn and oblivious as that man.

If she were yours, she'd lack such qualities.

Thinking of that man, Ye Hua grew agitated.

If he hadn't forced her back then, she wouldn't have acted that way.

If that man hadn't rejected her... now it's too late to say anything.

Fang Zhiyuan returned to their table, dejected.

Ye Hua watched Jiang Xiaoxiao smilingly pour tea for the elderly lady, serving everyone present as well.

With a smirk at the corner of her mouth.

Truly, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Look at her skills, her diplomacy, all at such a young age.

With a smiling face, gentle and magnanimous, who would think this girl is a wolf in sheep's clothing?

Feeling the unfriendly gaze, Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced sideways; it was Ye Hua.

The look from this real mother was not one of looking at her daughter, but rather a foe.

Jiang Xiaoxiao returned a gentle smile, exasperating her!

If we can't be mother and daughter in this life, so be it.

Whatever happens, happens!

Ye Hua turned her head, offering Jiang Xiaoxiao her profile.

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned back.

"Old Meng, what are your grandson and granddaughter-in-law up to now? I heard from Xiao Song that Moting went to the countryside? Did he take leave to come back, or has he already handled his urban residency?"

The speaker was Feng Zaisan, the director of He Ren Hospital and vice-president of the Medical Association.

He and Old Mrs. Song were old classmates, both renowned for studying abroad.

Old Mrs. Song looked kindly at her grandson and granddaughter-in-law.

"Both of them are educated youths who went to the countryside. Not fully back to the city, but sort of back. Both took last year's college entrance exams and were admitted to our medical school here. You all are seniors and need to mentor the younger generation. Give them a chance to learn from your experience."

Feng Zaisan gave Song Moting a meaningful glance, "Old Meng, close friends for years, your grandson is practically my grandson, and your granddaughter-in-law is naturally my granddaughter-in-law. Rest assured, as long as they graduate from medical school, there's no problem in coming to intern at my place.

It's reassuring that you have successors, not just your grandson learning medicine but even your granddaughter-in-law. Truly raising a tiger in a gated family. Old Meng, you've got family roots that make me envious. Not like my own boy. Trying to get him into medicine feels like skinning a dragon."

Feng Zaisan was voicing his woes, his own son not bearing any intention of succeeding in the medical field, idling his days away.

His own son just likes running companies.

This is a dangerous idea, especially in the past when policies didn't allow it. Although recent meetings by the higher-ups indicate possible policy changes.

But who knows if those changes will be temporary or lasting.

This brat always keeps him on his toes.

"I didn't force them, young people should have their own choices. If they don't like this field, they won't excel or pursue it as a career. I won't pressure them; who'd think they'd choose on their own.

Especially Xiao Xiao, you wouldn't believe, my granddaughter-in-law, I'm not bragging. She's a great talent, naturally fitted for this profession. Although not licensed, she could practice as a doctor at the forest site.

She helped many, delivered labor for workers' families, treated workers' injuries. My grandson was saved by her, healed perforation wounds as if nothing happened, and her suture skills are top-notch; now the wound looks as if never injured.

Let me tell you, at her age, I didn't have such skill."

The old lady beamed with pride.

"Enough, boasting until you're breathless. True, you have a great granddaughter-in-law, but no seamstress makes wounds disappear completely. That's fantasy. Our domestic techniques haven't reached such levels; don't kid us geriatrics.

Even if you love your own daughter-in-law, don't exaggerate so much. You all, speak up."

Feng Zaisan was irritated by his son's lack of ambition and how extraordinary others' daughters-in-law seemed.

Though knowing the old lady's words exaggerated, he was irked nonetheless.

"Old Meng, really that impressive? We all work this field, and no stranger to each, how could a young girl have extra-perfect suturing skills, no matter her talent. Could she stitch a bouquet?"

"Exactly, Old Meng, you're being protective!"

The others laughed.

They weren't just bickering, these were old-timer friends relaxing together, unlike outsiders where they put on facades, thus jokes flow easily.

Old Mrs. Song grew anxious.

"Moting, take off your shirt for me."

The table hushed.

"Old Meng, look how you're rushing it, we just chat. We know, alright, her suture skills high enough. Don't strip him in front of all the guests, what manner is that. This is your grandson's wedding banquet, if you don't respect this, we must."

Feng Zaisan wasn't expecting such uproar from his mere comment.

This isn't deliberate disrespect to the Song family.

He and Old Meng have been friends for years, shouldn't undermine the reception.

"Exactly! Old Meng, we believe you alright!"

Everyone hastily mediated.

Song Moting understood his grandmother's intentions were promoting Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Later, attending medical school, without a renowned mentor, maximum she'd become a third-rate doctor; expertise requires experience, techniques aren't taught in mere lectures.

Especially in medicine.

With good mentorship, achievement doubles.

Saves much effort.

"Come, come! Moting and my old chap will share a drink, your grandmother can't drink due to age, but you must. Everyone present needs their share. They're old predecessors, old comrades, old friends with your grandma. All watched you grow up, your wedding skipped, returning with new bride, it's only right to toast us."

Feng Zaisan was tactful.

Breaking the impasse.

Song Moting stood quickly, "Respected seniors, I toast you all."

It was the proper thing to do.

Draining his drink.

Just then, the large glass partition behind him shattered.

With a "bang".

The aged Han next to Feng Zaisan collapsed headlong onto the ground.

No one expected such turn of events.

Feng Zaisan hurried to kneel and inspect.

All seated were doctors.

"Not good! Quickly call an ambulance."

"Carotid artery has been severed, he's hit by many glass shards, the situation is dire. Quickly call!"

The sudden chaos momentarily caught everyone off guard.

Only when shouted by Feng Zaisan did someone rush to make the call.