CHAPTER 312: CHAPTER 268

Wu Zongyu glanced at the two who were affectionately indifferent to those around them, and asked casually with a smile about Lan Tian’s situation at school, his neighborly brotherly grin greatly enhancing his likability.

"How are things at school?"

"Not bad." Having eaten a few pieces of fruit, Lan Tian shook her head to refuse Mo Junhua’s offering, food without Spiritual Energy was a hassle for her to consume and discharge with her own Spiritual Energy!

"Are your classmates easy to get along with?" Wu Zongyu waited a moment, and when Lan Tian didn’t say anything else, he had to make do with small talk.

"They’re pretty easy to get along with."

Their conversation was dry and couldn’t continue. Wu Zongyu’s smile nearly cracked, and with Mo Junhua looking at him like a tiger eying its prey, he couldn’t go on chatting. After asking a couple of questions, Wu Zongyu stopped and sat awkwardly watching TV with the others.

At that moment, the phone rang. A servant went to answer it and called for Lan Tian to take the call, "Miss, your phone call."

Who could it be?

Lan Tian got up to answer the call, a cold light flashing in Mo Junhua’s eyes. Apart from that young man Ji Feng, who else could it be?

It seemed that her family wasn’t aware of Mr. Mo’s home phone number. There was something abnormal at Mr. Mo’s place, and Lan Tian purposefully didn’t tell them.

"Hello."

"Xiao Lan," Lan Tian barely said ’hello’ when Ji Feng’s voice came through the phone, "Xiao Lan, you went to Jing University today, did you have fun?"

"It wasn’t fun. What’s wrong with you? Your voice sounds strange." Lan Tian furrowed her brows, "If you’re still not well, don’t stir up trouble. Just rest well at home. Nothing is worth more than your life. When you’re better, you can do whatever you want."

Ji Feng laughed cheerfully on the other end, while Mr. Ji looked at his grandson, who seemed slightly mad, with a worried expression. Before, his grandson had been gloomy, even more so than him, an elderly man in the twilight of his life, with not even a spark of interest in living. After going out once, Mr. Ji became even more worried; it was great that his grandson had become more energetic, but too much energy wasn’t good either. The grandson kept running outside, as if afraid that those who had poisoned him didn’t know he had recovered.

And look at him now, laughing so crazily – it’s too much for an old man to bear. He waved someone over and asked, "What’s going on with that brat?"

"The young master is on the phone with Miss Lan Tian." The person who had been with Ji Feng reported diligently everything that had been done outside.

Lan Tian?

As soon as the person reporting saw Mr. Ji frown, they immediately clarified, "Miss Lan Tian is Old Mo’s granddaughter."

So it was that girl. Old Mo had mentioned that the one who helped the brat break the poisoning was that girl. Unexpected for someone so young to have such extraordinary achievements, and commendable that this young lady wasn’t arrogant or haughty despite her talents, Old Mo sure raised a good granddaughter.

If Zhao Li heard what Mr. Ji said, she’d snort coldly. What business was it of his? Lan Tian was raised by her family.

"...I don’t know what’s happening. I feel dizzy, my heart beats faster, my blood circulation is sluggish, I’m breaking out in cold sweats, I don’t feel good even after eating, I can’t sleep well. Xiao Lan, do you know what’s wrong with me? I feel like I’m about to pass out?"

The guard next to them rolled his eyes as he listened. If he remembered correctly, the Crown Prince had slept through from last night to this morning, had two bowls of rice for both lunch and dinner, claiming he was too full and needed to walk around the yard to digest. Then, passing by a tree, for some unknown reason, he had the sudden urge to climb up and enjoy the view.

All that exertion would surely make a sick person dizzy, heart racing, blood circulation poor, and sweaty. And it’s no different for them, the guards—dizzy, heart racing, poor blood circulation, and truly breaking out in cold sweats—from being scared by him.

"I got it. Now go take a bath, then have a hot cup of milk, and hit the sack. I’ll come and see you tomorrow. Don’t cause me any more trouble, you hear?" Lan Tian, couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, hung up his phone. Ji Feng just likes to groan even when he’s not ill. She turned around and noticed everyone was giving her odd looks. Touching her face, she turned to Mo Junhua, "Is there something on my face?"

"Come here and let me have a look." Mo Junhua patted the spot next to him, inviting Lan Tian to come over. Lan Tian walked over and sat down beside Mo Junhua with a puzzled look after glancing at Bai Qingqing and the others.

Mo Junhua held Lan Tian’s face, looked at it from left to right, and as Lan Tian got impatient, he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, saying with an unchanging expression, "All done."

Lan Tian seriously suspected Mo Junhua took advantage of her and narrowed her eyes at him, "Was there really something on my face?"

"Just a bit of dust. I’ve wiped it clean for you," Mo Junhua said earnestly, his eyes incredibly sincere.

Bai Qingqing felt Mo Junhua and Lan Tian’s interactions were inappropriate, too intimate. The rest of them felt uncomfortable sitting there. Leaving at this moment would seem rude, but Mo Junhua and Lan Tian seemed to have no self-awareness, flirting outrageously in front of others.

Wu Zongyu saw Lan Tian interacting with Mo Junhua privately for the first time; it was so different from the aloof woman he had in mind. Maybe he never really understood her.

Lan Tian was still not over the issue of Mo Junhua taking liberties with her when Mr. Mo and Wu Hongfei came downstairs one after another. Mo Junhua breathed a sigh of relief. That was close, another escape.

"Girl, how is school? Is it more fun than in Shanghai?" At the dining table, Mr. Mo finally had a chance to inquire about Lan Tian’s campus life, "What subjects did you pick? Tell us, your Grandpa will give you some advice."

Wu Zongyu twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that Mr. Mo was probably going to be disappointed. After all, for the Archaeology Department, Mr. Mo wouldn’t understand much nor be able to offer advice.

Bai Qingqing looked up at Lan Tian and then quietly lowered her eyes to continue eating. She was also curious about what subjects Lan Tian had chosen.

Wu Hongfei’s three apprentices are all attending medical universities, Wu Zongyu is also a medical student, and Bai Qingqing is still an undergraduate, currently a junior.

Wu Hongfei couldn’t figure out why Lan Tian, who had been exposed to medicine from a young age, would give up on medical school and instead went to Jing University. Such capriciousness, gambling with her future—elders should be advising against it. What’s strange is that Mr. Mo agreed too, without getting angry or furious.

"I chose the Archaeology Department," Lan Tian’s choice surprised everyone. Had it not been for years of discipline and etiquette that prevented such basic blunders, they might have actually spat out their food.

Mr. Mo was dumbfounded and took a while to regain his senses before asking curiously, "Why choose the Archaeology Department?"

"Freedom."

Everyone: "..." That’s the reason you chose the Archaeology Department? Girl, you’re so headstrong. Do your elders at home know this? The crowd was at a loss for words, and Mr. Mo didn’t ask further, fearing more strange reasons that he couldn’t handle.

"Today, there was a peculiar case in the hospital, the patient was seven years old..." Wu Hongfei shifted the conversation to a medical case he encountered that day. Such cases were special, not something ordinary doctors would encounter. A few experienced doctors were allocated by the hospital to analyze and research the causes and to find a treatment plan.

"...the situation is roughly like this. Let’s hear your opinions." Every time Wu Hongfei came across a special case, he would discuss it at the dinner table and then ask them to share their views.