3: C3 An Old Friend From My Past Life

C3 An Old Friend From My Past Life

The woman was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a pair of ten centimetres silvery high heels, in contrast to her tall figure.1

Her name was Mu Qingya, Meng Ran's savior in his previous life as well as the famous Second Lady from the Mu Family of Jiangbei Province.

"Old Doctor Faang, quickly get off the car and take a look. I think that person is injured," Mu Qingya saw a trace of dark red bloodstain on the corners of Meng Ran's mouth and quickly shouted at a man in a suit inside the car.

"Miss Mu, I'm fine. Your grandfather's condition is critical. You should hurry over," Although two of his ribs were broken, as an Immortal Sovereign, who used to be the most powerful being among the universe in previous life, he naturally had thousands of ways to heal his injuries. Why would he worry about such a minor injury?

The man in a suit did not get out of the car and under the light of the car's headlights, he could clearly see Meng Ran's outfits, which only cost a few hundred yuan. Even if he was kind enough to provide him medical treatment, he couldn't afford the medical expenses.

Old Master Mu was his biggest financial backer, he could not possibly miss out on his opportunity to make a fortune for the sake of a poor young man.

Therefore, the attending physician of the most well-known hospital in Jiangzhou urged, "Second Lady, he said that he's fine. Elder Mu's condition can't be delayed. Let's hurry up."

Just now, Faang Jianguo, who had fallen asleep, suddenly received a call from Mu Qingya, saying that her grandfather's condition had flared up again and wanted to take him over for treatment. However, they ran into Meng Ran while they were on the way.

"Are you really alright? Your face looks really pale. Let this old doctor take a look at you."

Mu Qingya felt slightly displeased with Meng Ran's direct rejection, wondering why didn't this man accept her kindness?

Looking at the young girl's furrowed brows, Meng Ran felt a little touched. This young lady was a daughter of a noble family and was extremely kind-hearted.

In his previous life, she was the one who saved him from the sack, and also the one who brought him to the sanatorium. That was the time Meng Ran met the famous Old Master Mu An.

"Hold on! How do you know my last name? Also, how do you know about my grandfather's illness?" Mu Qingya finally realized that something was off, starring at Meng Ran with shock and doubt.

The old doctor in the car felt somewhat unhappy when he saw her ignoring his words. Sneering as he said, "Second Lady, don't be fooled by him. Who would be at the KuaJiang Bridge in the middle of the night? I think this kid had long inquired about your family affairs just to fool you."

The old doctor's words made Mu Qingya feel suspicious as she looked at Meng Ran with more vigilance. It was indeed suspicious to be on the KuaJiang Bridge alone in the middle of the night.

Meng Ran gave a cold glance at the old doctor who was sitting in the car, causing the old doctor to have a chill down his spine as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. With that, he did not dare to say anything more and subconsciously tightened the seatbelt across his body.

He then thought in his heart, "Hmph, I've guessed it correctly. This girl has delayed her grandfather's treatment time, she can't blame me for it."

Meng Ran naturally wouldn't argue with the mortal. Although he didn't have a slight magical power in his body, if he wanted to, he could still kill this person without anyone noticing.

"We are fated to meet and I owe you a favor. This is my phone number. If your grandfather's condition worsens, call me. Hurry up and leave, or the treatment time will be delayed," Meng Ran smiled slightly, leaving his phone number, and slowly left.

Mu Qingya stared blankly at the figure, feeling that this young man was somehow different. His eyes were too calm as if a thousand-year-old crystal clear spring without a trace of ripple.

To Mu Qingya, this kind of gaze could only be seen on those people with high status.

"Forget it, I shouldn't make blind conjectures. Maybe he really is a swindler. I better hurry back," Mu Qingya got rid of those unrealistic thoughts, hurriedly got into the car, and left.

Through the rear mirror, she looked at the youth who was walking away from the bridge slowly. It was just that his back figure was somewhat ethereal.

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