Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 93 - Mistakenly Held Rich Heiress 092 (16)

Chapter 93: Mistakenly Held Rich Heiress 092 (16)

Chapter 93: Mistakenly Held Rich Heiress 092 (16)

Ye’s mother was about to blurt out, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

The trauma specialist who was treating An Toutou suddenly came out of the room. Seeing the buzz-cut young man, his face lit up with too much surprise, “Mr. Liang, you’ve come at just the right time, Miss An, she…”

Upon hearing this, Liang Dongfang glanced at him and smiled, “No need, I’m afraid I don’t have the ability to treat Miss An’s injuries.”

“Mr. Liang, you must be joking, right?” The trauma specialist was taken aback, then continued to smile, “You’re the recognized top surgeon, who dares to contradict you.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Liang Dongfang gestured dismissively, then turning to Ye Shaohua, “I’ve mainly come to take this person away. She cannot have any mishaps.”

Hearing these words, the trauma specialist couldn’t help but glance at Ye Shaohua.

Earlier in the Emergency Room, he had heard about the An Family’s troubling matters. He wasn’t one of the An Family, so he knew about the Press Conference three days later, and Liang Dongfang was the main person in charge.

Now seeing how cautious Liang Dongfang was, the trauma specialist’s expression changed again and again.

Initially, he thought Ye Shaohua was just an ordinary legitimate daughter who was mistakenly acknowledged. He had even felt pity that this legitimate daughter had been supplanted and ended up in such a state.

But now, seeing Liang Dongfang, he knew Ye Shaohua was no simple character.

Ye Shaohua bid goodbye to Elder An before leaving, leaving both families standing there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long while.

“Director, that person just now was…” Ye’s mother cautiously asked the trauma surgeon.

“You know Liang Dongfang, right? The default number one surgeon. Even if you don’t recognize him personally, you must have seen his face in international medical academy journals,” the trauma surgeon replied, glancing at Ye’s mother, then shaking his head, “Mr. Yao just called to find the best doctor for Miss An for tomorrow’s competition. Mr. Liang usually doesn’t intervene in such matters, but when he heard it was someone from the An Family, he agreed, and the medical video was ready. I too want to know… what exactly did you do to make him leave in anger?”

This counter-question caused An’s father to reflexively look towards Elder An, “Dad, how could Shaohua know such a person?”

Between the lines, it was clear that Mr. Liang had agreed to help because of Ye Shaohua.

But because of what Ye’s mother said to Ye Shaohua, Liang Dongfang changed his mind and took Ye Shaohua away.

And what did his last sentence mean—

“Her hands are more important than all of your heads put together.”

Seeing them like this, the surgeon shook his head and said, “Miss An has injured her ligaments. She said she also plays the piano, right? I can heal her, but I can’t guarantee that it will not affect the flexibility of her fingers. If she wants to continue playing the piano, you’ll need to ask Mr. Liang. But I think… you might as well implore that Miss Ye.”

After saying this, he didn’t care about the faces of those present and simply left.

Ye’s mother’s face was very unsightly.

But An’s mother also looked troubled, her expression complicated as she looked at Ye’s mother—the words she had said to Ye Shaohua still echoed in her ears—”Why couldn’t it have been you who got hurt?”

It caused her some annoyance and unease. Regardless of anything, Ye Shaohua was still her biological daughter. Hearing such words from her foster mother naturally caused her some distress.

Uncle Yao didn’t care about Liang Dongfang and snorted disdainfully at his words. How important could Ye Shaohua’s hands be?

Could they be more valuable than An Toutou, who could win trophies? He looked at An’s mother and shook his head, “I told you not to recognize Ye Shaohua as your daughter so quickly, but you wouldn’t listen and had to find her. Now, because of her foolish act, you’ve ruined half of Toutou’s future. Tell me, what will you do about tomorrow’s competition?”

In the eyes of most, Ye Shaohua was just an ordinary person raised by a common family.

After she became the Number One Scholar in the college entrance exam, Uncle Yao still wanted to salvage her. He sent her a set of white jade chess pieces, but she never used them even once, clearly showing no understanding of chess. He didn’t even want to admit she was a disciple of the Yao Family.

Upon knowing she chose the Medical Department, he preferred to turn a blind eye altogether.

How could such a person compare to the elite carefully cultivated by the An Family from a young age?

Uncle Yao might be wary of Liang Dongfang and harbored doubts about his words, but mostly he didn’t believe them.

The next day was the final of the Datong Cup.

An Toutou, determined to show her resolve, endured the pain to attend the match in person, accompanied by her mother, An Tingjun, and the Yaho Family members.

This match was against a player from H Country, which was supposed to be An Toutou’s match as well.

Originally, the person slated to play against her was Cui Changxiu from H Country, who had won three consecutive championships, maintaining a terrifying record of three years’ worth of victories. In his presence, all Weiqi players seemed to pale in comparison; An Toutou had played a friendly match with him once.

Because of the language barrier and her opponent’s overwhelming strength, she was utterly defeated.

She couldn’t afford to lose face in front of the whole world, holding the title of Go prodigy, and had planned the injury to her hand long ago.

“Next up is the match between player number 09 from Hua Country and player number 01 from H Country, Cui Changxiu. Player number 09, please come to the stage…” the referee announced repeatedly, but nobody appeared, and he seemed surprised.

Uncle Yao’s expression hardened as he sat in the audience, furrowing his brows. “What’s going on? Didn’t I contact the Weiqi Hall’s director yesterday to forfeit? Why is Toutou’s number still being called?”

An Toutou was also restless, sitting there at the scene. If she didn’t step up, it would mean deserting the field.

“Uncle… Uncle, my hand really hurts…”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the spectator seats, an old man with gray hair looked at Ye Shaohua. “This is our country’s honor. An Toutou withdrew at the last minute, and none of our reserve players are willing to face Cui Changxiu. Shaohua, it’s only you now… Okay, okay, I won’t force her. Does Mo Yunchuan look at his grandfather like this? Fine, I’ll leave, will that satisfy you?” He stormed off, fuming.

Ye Shaohua frowned. She had been busy with the Medical Conference scheduled for tomorrow.

That was the main battlefield of her life.

She had no intention of getting involved in the Go competition related to An Toutou, but…

“It seems that your country doesn’t have anyone bold enough to face our Changxiu,” sneered another judge from H Country, the pride in his eyes barely concealable. “The so-called Go prodigies of Hua Country really aren’t much,” he said, about to announce the outcome of the match.

The cameras shifted to the faces of the people from H Country watching the game; they were all laughing, most of them with obvious scorn and arrogance.

And in the candidate area, the people from the Weiqi Hall were visibly angry, yet none dared to stand up.

Competing against Cui Changxiu was too much pressure.

For a moment, even the Hua Country spectators who had come just for amusement couldn’t help but start furiously typing comments.

[Can’t a great country like ours find even one person who can play Go?]

[The current state of our Weiqi Halls is really disappointing.]

[After a history spanning five thousand years, our heritage is being usurped, and we’re even being bullied to our doorstep. I really want to burst through the screen. Even if I can’t win, I wouldn’t let them look down on our spirit!]

“Mr. Mo, what are you still waiting for? Forget it, let’s just forfeit,” the Weiqi Hall director said to the old Mr. Mo, sighing softly, “Even if we want to fight back, we must admit that Cui Changxiu is indeed very talented, and H Country really does take Go more seriously than we do.”

He knew these old cadres were stubborn, but this was not the time.

“Yes, Old Mo,” another manager also shook his head. “We had made arrangements earlier, so losing wouldn’t have been so embarrassing…”

Seeing that Ye Shaohua hadn’t moved, Old Mr. Mo sighed softly, his face showing a tinge of regret.

He gestured for the director to go inform the referee that they were forfeiting.

“What a hassle,” muttered Ye Shaohua, as she watched the H Country referee blather on the stage. Standing up and putting down her phone, she said, “What kind of times are we living in that some foreigner can come and bully us right here on our turf…”

Having traveled through so many worlds, Ye Shaohua always felt she had changed a lot. She never cared about the matters of these transitory worlds because she saw them as nothing more than roles to play; she didn’t need to invest much emotion, as she just wanted to complete her tasks.

But some imprints of ethnic pride embedded in her bones could not change.

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From a young age, she was imbued with a sense of her own responsibility.

Many could not articulate it, but they could feel it: my alma mater, my ethnicity, my country—I might disparage it all I want, but that’s my right. You can’t disdain it! You can’t even speak a word against it!

She was always overbearing. Even if this was a transitory world, they had no right to look down on her ethnicity in her presence!

Such a sentiment could only be deeply understood by someone like Uncle Yao, who lived his life with the sole ambition of his disciples becoming world champions.

Click—

Just as everyone was about to turn off the live broadcast in disappointment, not wanting to witness such a humiliating scene, something happened… A white figure appeared on their computer screens!

“Is that her?” Uncle Yao was so surprised that his eyes bulged. “How could it be her? She doesn’t know how to play Go, what is she doing up there? Has she gone mad?”