My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities-Chapter 504 - 503, Persistent Vegetative State

Han Zaiye and Han Shengmei arrived at the venue early, watching as one medical team after another made their entrance, yet the Huaxia Medical Team still hadn’t arrived, and their certainty that something had befallen Song Yan Ning grew.

The time slowly passed, and the competition drew ever nearer.

Han Zaiye checked the time, just five minutes left. If the Huaxia Medical Team didn’t arrive within the specified time, they would be considered to have forfeited automatically.

"It’s odd that the Huaxia Medical Team hasn’t arrived yet. Could they have drunk too much last night and still not woken up?"

"Without them arriving soon, they won’t be able to participate in the competition."

"It’s actually good if the Huaxia Medical Team doesn’t come; one less strong competitor."

"Mol, do you have Song Yan Ning’s number?" Avril turned to Mol and asked.

Mol nodded, "I just called Song Yan Ning, and nobody answered. I don’t know what’s going on."

As they listened to everyone’s discussion, Han Shengmei’s smile grew more brilliant. Song Yan Ning must have been poisoned; otherwise, she would have arrived by now. Her brother said that the latest time would be nine, and if they weren’t present by then, it would be considered a forfeiture. It was already eight fifty-eight now, just the last two minutes. If the Huaxia Medical Team didn’t show up, then something definite must have happened.

Everybody looked toward the entrance, some people worried for the Huaxia Medical Team, many more hoping they wouldn’t come.

Just one last minute left... everyone knew the chance of the Huaxia Medical Team arriving was slim.

Both Avril and Mol were filled with anxiety.

"If they still haven’t arrived, could something have happened?" Mol’s face was full of concern.

"Mol, why don’t you make a call to Qin Yushen’s mother, and ask her to call Qin Yushen to check?" Avril, having learned from Mol that the man who had been staying with Song Yan Ning was Qin Yushen, Liu Shanyue’s son, had once met Liu Shanyue but wasn’t very familiar with her. She had been in a hurry at the time and hadn’t had the chance to exchange phone numbers with Liu Shanyue.

"Okay." Mol took out his phone.

Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from the entrance.

Following that, everyone saw the members of the Huaxia Medical Team rushing into the venue.

Seeing the Huaxia Medical Team enter at the last moment, many felt a touch of disappointment. If they were half a minute later, they would have been eliminated.

Han Shengmei looked at the members of the Huaxia Medical Team not caring whether they’d come to participate in the competition; what she cared about was whether Song Yan Ning would come.

Upon seeing Song Yan Ning, who was walking beside Qin Yushen into the venue, both Han Shengmei and Han Zaiye were stunned. Wasn’t Song Yan Ning supposed to be poisoned? How could she be here? Seven Soul Powder was no ordinary poison; up to now, no one who had been poisoned by Seven Soul Powder had ever woken up.

Song Yan Ning’s gaze swept towards Han Shengmei and Han Zaiye, and she gave them a smile.

That smile seemed radiant but sent an involuntary shiver down the spines of both Han Zaiye and Han Shengmei.

"Brother." Han Shengmei reached out to hold Han Zaiye’s hand, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"This is Korea; she wouldn’t dare do anything," Han Zaiye said. He was feeling a bit panicked now, realizing he simply couldn’t see through Song Yan Ning. He had clearly seen her poisoned yesterday, yet today, there was nothing wrong with her.

If she hadn’t been poisoned, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep yesterday, but if she had been, she couldn’t possibly be here today. Besides, Song Yan Ning’s look just now clearly showed she knew something.

"Brother, we can’t let her get away," said Han Shengmei, looking at Qin Yu with a determined glint in her eyes. If Song Yan Ning didn’t die, she would remain a stumbling block between her and Qin Yushen; she had to remove the stumbling block that was Song Yan Ning.

"Mhm," Han Zaiye nodded in agreement. He, too, wanted to get rid of Song Yan Ning; she had given him an unprecedented sense of danger. Without removing Song Yan Ning, he could not be at peace.

The host in charge of presiding over the Medical Exchange Meeting walked onto the stage, nodded with a smile to the crowd, "Now we will begin today’s competition; first, please have a representative from each medical team come up and draw a patient’s name."

Dean Liu looked at Doctor Song, "Doctor Song, you go and draw a patient."

"Okay," Song Yan Ning nodded. To her, it didn’t matter who drew.

When it was the Huaxia Medical Team’s turn, Song Yan Ning stood up and walked towards the stage.

"Just press confirm here," the host pointed to the confirm button on the screen.

Song Yan Ning reached out and pressed confirm, saw only one name pop up on the screen without any description of the patient’s condition, and immediately understood. It seemed that the trap for the second round had been pre-set; no matter who she drew, the result would be the same.

"What case did you get?" Dean Liu saw Song Yan Ning return and quickly asked.

Song Yan Ning shook her head, "Just a name."

"Just a name? That’s hardly fair."

"This way, they can just assign any patient to us and claim that’s the one we drew; we won’t have any recourse."

"There’s never been any fairness in this competition." The members of the Huaxia Medical Team loudly discussed their discontent.

Soon, a staff member came to the Huaxia Medical Team with a file envelope, "This is the case file for the patient you drew, containing all of the patient’s examination reports."

Dean Liu nodded, took the envelope, pulled out the case file and reports, and his brows furrowed tightly upon seeing the contents of the first report.

Elder Jin took the case file, flipped through it, and sighed deeply, "This patient is in a vegetative state."

"A vegetative state?" Upon hearing Elder Jin’s words, the members of the Huaxia Medical Team were stunned. It seemed they were destined to lose; although medical science had advanced a lot, no one had yet cured a vegetative patient.

"Dean Liu." Everyone turned to Dean Liu.

Dean Liu looked to Doctor Song, "Doctor Song, what do you think?" All his hopes rested on Song Yan Ning now. She had cured cancer; maybe she could also treat a vegetative patient, although he also thought that unlikely.

"No problem," Song Yan Ning confidently said. To her, even if someone had died, as long as it wasn’t more than a day, she could treat them; a vegetative state was even less of a concern.

"Doctor Song, don’t joke, that’s a vegetative patient."

"You can really cure a vegetative patient?"

"Doctor Song, are you really not joking?" Everyone had a disbelieving look on their faces. In all their years of practicing medicine, this was the first time they had heard someone claim they could treat a vegetative patient.

"I never joke about such things," Song Yan Ning’s lips curled slightly, her eyes shining with confident light, her charisma magnetic, like the dazzling stars in the night sky.

Seeing Song Yan Ning’s confident demeanor, the team members felt a surge of confidence and a touch of anticipation.