The Favored Heiress
Chapter 517: Medical Alliance Relocation

Chapter 517: Chapter 517: Medical Alliance Relocation

Their trip had been a secret operation, with only a team from the Secret Hall in tow.

In that moment, everyone was fighting desperately against the enemy, and Shang Yu had just gotten out of the car when he saw the jeep. He could have dodged, but he didn’t move.

So Zuo Tang rushed over, and she was swept under the car, her leg crushed to pieces.

She later faintly remembered that after the jeep was forced to stop, an extremely beautiful middle-aged woman was escorted by bodyguards with an umbrella as she got out of the car.

In the back seat next to the window, there sat a man with an exceedingly pale face.

The man seemed injured, leaning against the window with barely concealed pain, his features gentle and refined like a noble son, yet his gaze was exceptionally cold and shadowy.

It was that chaos which cost Zuo Tang her leg, and upon regaining consciousness, she finally remembered who that middle-aged woman was.

Ming Dailan, the former Parma Shang clan leader’s wife.

...

Zuo Tang’s statement, lasting less than five minutes, contained an immensely huge amount of information.

Ming Dailan, as Shang Yu’s mother, had wished for his death three years ago.

Shang Yu stood in the rain, motionless, but she believed he wasn’t just unable to dodge; he didn’t want to.

Three years ago, he was only twenty-four.

Li Qiao pressed her temples and closed her eyes, yet her mind had already woven a vivid picture.

In the pouring rain, he watched his own mother sit in the car, ready to hit him to death.

Upon reflection, the day after Huizai died, there was also a whole day of torrential rain.

Li Qiao seemed to fall into some kind of contemplation, her brows knitting ever tighter.

Suddenly, Zuo Tang’s voice, gentle and soothing like a mild rain, entered Li Qiao’s ears, pulling her back to reality, "Miss Li, don’t think too much, after all... this is just a story."

Her voice was very gentle, carrying a soothing melody that could calm restlessness.

Li Qiao opened her eyes, bloodshot, and tugged at the corner of her lip, "Thanks for your story."

Seeing Li Qiao’s softened expression, Zuo Tang let out a breath of relief. She turned to look out the window and said, "It looks like it’s going to rain. I should go back now."

Li Qiao got up as if it’s natural, "Let me walk you out."

This time, Shang Yu left only with Liuyun and Wang Yue.

They had just reached the entrance hall when they saw Luoyu standing next to the Roman column, smoking.

Li Qiao glanced at Zuo Tang and suggested, "Next time, if you’re delivering medicine, you can have Luoyu pick it up."

She genuinely felt it was unnecessary for her to make the trip in person since Zuo Tang had mobility issues.

Zuo Tang smiled and whispered, leaning slightly, "It should’ve been my brother coming, but he hasn’t returned since he left with the leader. As for Luoyu, she can’t enter the Secret Hall without the leader."

Li Qiao pulled a wry smile, "I see..."

Zuo Tang adjusted the handle of her wheelchair and nodded, "This is specially developed by the pharmacy. I didn’t want to leave it to others. Since I had some time today, I came myself. Miss Li, don’t worry, my wheelchair is very advanced."

As she spoke, she seemed to expertly maneuver the wheelchair to roll down the steps, her smiling eyes making one feel warmed by spring breeze.

Then, in the next instance, the wheel got stuck on a step.

Zuo Tang: "..."

Luoyu: "..."

Li Qiao, amused, raised her eyebrow and walked over to help.

Zuo Tang coughed and adjusted the handle again, and the wheelchair resumed its smooth movement.

That’s when Luoyu, having finished her cigarette, came over and said, "Miss Li, I’ll take her back first."

Li Qiao stood still, watching their shadows as they walked side by side toward the platform, the smile at her lips gradually fading.

Shang Yu had actually taken Zuo Xuan with him this time.

...

After Zuo Tang left, Li Qiao had breakfast in the dining room and unexpectedly received a call from Su Moshi overseas.

At this time, it should’ve been midnight on his end.

Through the phone, Su Moshi’s voice carried a strain he couldn’t fully hide, "Have you decided when you’re coming to the Medical Alliance?"

Li Qiao thought briefly before giving a vague answer, "It should be by the end of the month."

About ten days or so.

Hearing this, Su Moshi pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice somewhat hoarse, "If you can’t come earlier, maybe you should postpone it by a few days?"

"What’s wrong?" Li Qiao frowned, as that date was originally agreed upon by them.

Su Moshi seemed exasperated, his tone stiff, "Don’t even mention it, my dad’s got some crazy idea in his head, insisting on relocating the Alliance headquarters to Nia State.

The Medical Alliance has been rooted in the British Imperial for years, and this sudden move has met with grumbles from the committee.

I’m worried that if you come at the end of the month, we won’t be ready with the relocation. So either come early or... just wait a bit longer."

Relocation?

Such a large alliance institution, to move it just like that, it didn’t seem normal at all.

And... why move from the British Imperial to Nia State?

That was Yun Lih’s territory.

Li Qiao listened deeply to Su Lao Si’s complaints, and in just a few seconds, she made a decisive decision, "I’ll come over tomorrow."

Su Moshi was stunned but then laughed, "You don’t have to rush. The relocation is currently my dad’s initiative, and although it’s not yet final, he seems to have made up his mind. I just wanted to give you a heads-up."

"Before the relocation, I ought to see the original face of the Medical Alliance."

Su Moshi thought about it and found it reasonable. After all, a few years earlier, when they invited them to join the Alliance, she and Xiaxia had never visited.

With that in mind, he suggested, "Do you want to ask Elder Xia to come with you?"

Li Qiao held the phone in one hand and poked at the toast on her plate with a fork in the other, "Mhm, I’ll ask her."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and soon ended the call.

Li Qiao sat alone at the breakfast table, staring at the breakfast, without any appetite, tossing the fork aside.

She leaned back in her chair, her expression cold as she opened her contacts and dialed a number, asking in Burmese, "Have you sorted out the identity?"

"..."

Li Qiao, hearing the answer, expressionlessly admonished the other party, "You’re getting slower at getting things done."

"..."

"Ming Dailan, the current Duchess Charlman, I want to know what she did in Dian City three years ago."

After spilling all the details, Li Qiao got up and left the dining room.