An Unexpectedly Harsher Face-Slap Awaits!

Qin Wenrou stood in the crowd, feeling incredibly awkward.

Fortunately, her classmates from Class 1 spoke up for her: "Wenrou, don't listen to that ugly freak's nonsense. We don't believe her at all. Your explanation is definitely the most authoritative one, and this corpse certainly didn't die from freezing..."

Qin Wenrou: "Thank you all for your trust."

However, at this moment, even she felt a bit uncertain deep down.

Her usual confidence had inexplicably cracked, much like the tension, timidity, and immense pressure she used to feel every time Qin Xin quizzed her on her studies in the past.

Yet, the person she was facing was clearly just a failing, useless, ugly freak, not her genius sister.

She had finally managed to escape the shadow of her genius sister and take her place; how could she be reduced to her original state just because of an ugly freak?

Just as Qin Wenrou was about to rally her spirits and properly debate with Lan Qingxin about the actual cause of death for this specimen: "Classmate, which book are you referring to? Also, we can ask the teacher to evaluate it and see whose answer is correct..."

Qin Xin, however, did not want to waste a single extra second and coldly interrupted her: "The cause of death is written clearly on the tag. Go look for yourself!"

After dropping that line, she impatiently pushed through the crowd and walked away.

The tag?

The crowd swarmed over to flip through the tag book.

They checked the serial number.

They compared it to the description of the cause of death.

After a long while.

The specimen room fell into a deathly silence!

Qin Wenrou walked over, feeling uneasy: "Was I right—"

Her voice came to an abrupt halt.

The answer came into view: The deceased suffered from an incurable illness, donated their blood for research while alive, and signed an agreement for the hospital to send them to the cold storage for euthanasia.

Frozen to death.

Blood donation.

Lan Qingxin's answer was entirely correct!

Qin Wenrou's explanation was entirely wrong!

Shocking, truly shocking.

This slap to the face was brutal.

No one had expected the result to turn out this way.

They were so stunned that, for the moment, no one could think of anything to say to comfort the dumbfounded Qin Wenrou...

By the time Lan Yingjun rushed back to school from his company, the morning lab session had just ended.

He stood at the entrance of the laboratory with a dashing air, causing many female students to blush uncontrollably.

After waiting for a long time.

Qin Wenrou finally emerged, accompanied by several female students.

For some reason, her eyes were red, and someone was whispering comfort: "That ugly freak must have seen the answers in advance; it was just a blind cat hitting a dead mouse..."

Lan Yingjun stepped forward: "Wenrou, what's wrong?"

Qin Wenrou quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and clutched her chest: "It's nothing, Brother Jun. My heart just feels a little uncomfortable."

Lan Yingjun looked worried: "I'll take you for a check-up."

Qin Wenrou shook her head: "You've been staying up late working overtime again, haven't you? Let's go get something to eat first."

Lan Yingjun: "I'll take you out for Japanese food, your favorite."

Qin Wenrou caught a glimpse of Lan Qingxin in the distance, walking slowly toward the cafeteria alone while playing on her phone. Without Ao Xinghao by her side, she looked like a pathetic little thing that was easy to bully.

She withdrew her gaze and suggested sensibly: "Let's just go to the cafeteria; we have classes in the afternoon." Lan Yingjun nodded: "Alright."

On the way.

Lan Yingjun shared a piece of news with regret: "I'm sorry, Wenrou. I pulled a lot of strings trying to find that legendary QUEEN from the Red Society to perform your heart transplant surgery, but I couldn't get in touch with her. If it really doesn't work out, I'll find other experts to help you. I'll go visit the Red Society in person again..."

The students at the medical school had heard of the great name QUEEN over the past few days; she was practically a god-like existence.

Qin Wenrou hadn't dared to hope for it anyway.

She knew that an academic heavyweight like QUEEN probably charged tens of millions for a single surgery.

Moreover, she was picky about the status of her patients.

If one's status wasn't noble enough, she wouldn't take the case.

Lan Yingjun's company was still in its difficult early stages, and the fact that he had tried so hard for her already left her feeling pleasantly surprised and deeply moved: "Brother Jun, you are so good to me..."

It was nice to have a boyfriend who owned a company.

The face that had just been slapped swollen by Lan Qingxin seemed to have received a bit of comfort.

Nalan Group.

The man coldly signed a merger agreement, wiping out a competitor with a market value of over one hundred million.

He had just set down his fountain pen.

Lu Bing respectfully requested, "Young Master Di, a call from Principal Zhou. Do you permit me to put it through?"