1711 I Know Sister Nian Went to the Independent Continent
"You're talking about that car?" The people from the Pharmacy Association were all focused on the research of pharmaceuticals and rarely had other thoughts. They said to her casually, "That's one of the director's patients. He comes to the Pharmacy Association for a few days every year. Usually, the director will personally receive him. He seems to be from Tian Chen."
People from Tian Chen?
She had heard Jiang Yao mention that Lu Zhi from Tian Chen was not in good health and needed to take medicine all year round.
A plan flashed across her eyes. She tucked her hair behind her ear and slowly retracted her gaze. "So it's the director's patient."
Coincidentally, the person beside her mentioned it.
"By the way, the director should be leaving for the Independent Continent in the next two days, right?"
"I think it's one of these two days."
Another person with a rounder face chimed in with yearning. "It's a pity that I can't go. I'm really envious of the person who can go this year."
"That's right."
Her expression turned ugly, and a layer of gloominess appeared in her eyes. The hatred in her heart deepened.
If Qiao Nian hadn't interfered, she would have been the one to set off for the Independent Continent with Zhong Yiliu!
She had missed an opportunity for no reason because of Qiao Nian's words!
Suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, she walked to the intersection and waved goodbye to the two of them.
As she walked back, she took out her phone. Halfway there, she suddenly stopped with an ugly expression and stared at her phone!
It was a message from Jiang Zongnan.
The first half was filled with words of concern for her.
Only the last sentence attracted her gaze: [… I went to see your grandfather today. Your grandfather's body has become much stronger recently. He told me that Nian Nian followed Master Cheng and the others to the Independent Continent.]
During this period of time, Jiang Xianrou was proud that she achieved first place in the assessment and could freely enter the Pharmacy Association's library to read books.
She could barely convince herself that she didn't care too much about losing the opportunity to go to the Independent Continent.
But her heart finally couldn't bear it at this moment!
She gripped her phone tightly, and her eyes twisted with hatred. She gritted her teeth so hard that they were about to shatter. Unwilling to give up, she muttered in a low voice, "What right does Qiao Nian have!"
At this moment, she wished she could go back to Zhong Yiliu to ask him to bring her to the Independent Continent with him. After all, that opportunity had belonged to her in the beginning.
But rationality eventually overcame impulse.
Jiang Xianrou stood rooted to the ground. After a long time, she put away her phone expressionlessly and gritted her teeth. Her eyes were sinister. She sneered and forcefully walked towards her place.
She would remember the humiliation Qiao Nian had given her today. She would return it tenfold or a hundredfold in the future!
She had spent every day in the library looking for books in the past half a month.
She had flipped through most of the ancient prescriptions already. There were only a few books left. She believed that the formula for the small pill was sandwiched in the remaining books.
As long as she spent more time searching, she would find what she wanted sooner or later.
It was just a trip to the Independent Continent. She didn't care.
What she wanted was strength on par with those people!
* * *
Independent Continent and Beijing had time differences.
It was almost evening and the sky was getting dark.
However, the Ye family's old residence was brightly lit, as if it was daytime.
"I heard that Bright Gate has captured the president of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance. Is there still no news of Ye Wangchuan?" Old Master Ye held a cup of tea in his hand and asked Ye Lan solemnly.
Ye Lan was wearing a white shirt under her suit. Her short hair was sharp, and her overall style was professional. She looked energetic and capable.
