My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 860: Mo Boss Soars Like a Phoenix (Part 1)

Su Cheng stared at Si Mingjing, who was nearly bursting with arrogance, with an incredulous look and said, "Si, how many peanuts have you eaten to puff up like this? Si, we need to be rational here. Although your medical skills are impressive, they are really incomparable to Mo Yinhae’s, you know? You’re just lucky that Mo noticed you, and now you’ve become a phoenix perched on a high branch."

Song Yuan arrived with a group of guards, and upon hearing Su Cheng’s disparaging remark about Si Mingjing, his expression immediately turned as cold as frost.

The guard behind Song Yuan reprimanded angrily, "How dare you! How can you insult my master!"

Su Cheng: "What? When did I insult your master?"

The young guard scolded, "It’s clearly Mo Yinhe who became a phoenix by marrying my master! Without marrying my master, Mo Yinhe could never have become the motherly exemplar of the land..."

Song Yuan turned and glared at the guard, making him reluctantly hold his tongue.

Su Cheng was baffled and added, "Bro, you can’t be saying that without marrying Si, Mo Yinhe could have become the Empress, could you?"

This is madness, it really is madness!

Where did Si hire these equally outrageous bodyguards like herself?

This proves the saying, "Like master, like servant!"

Does Mo Yinhe know that the bodyguards Si hired pay him so little respect?

The nurse silenced by Song Yuan’s gaze let out a hum, as if to say, "Otherwise what?"

Unless Mo Yinhe married Her Majesty the Queen, how could he become the Empress, second to none on Mu Continent?

The guard felt envious of Mo Yinhe, believing Mo Yinhe was truly the one who became a phoenix on a high branch.

Pity these young talents who volunteered to serve as guards for Her Majesty the Queen, each possessing outstanding talent and being skilled in both literature and combat, able to defeat hundreds, yet could not catch Her Majesty’s eye despite following her every day.

At this moment, Dr. Zheng came over. After he and his colleagues got Old Master Su’s scans, they had an extensive discussion but still couldn’t believe that traditional Chinese medicine could produce such rapid and significant effects, as though Old Master Su had undergone brain surgery to clear all blocked arteries. How was this achieved?

Seeing Dr. Zheng striding toward her, Si Mingjing signaled to Song Yuan with her eyes.

She wasn’t inclined to communicate with Dr. Zheng.

She even knew what Dr. Zheng intended to ask. Her supercharged medical skills were not suitable for sharing, and if it weren’t for the dragon’s heat forcefully clearing the blocked arteries, she would be powerless no matter how advanced her traditional Chinese medical skills were.

Song Yuan, receiving the eye signal, escorted Si Mingjing away, keeping everyone at least five meters away.

"Miss Si, Miss Si..." Dr. Zheng was stopped by the guards, calling out to Si Mingjing.

Si Mingjing gave Dr. Zheng a faint smile and walked away.

With guards opening the way and bringing up the rear, Si Mingjing walked to the end of the hallway and directly took the elevator to the top floor.

She called Mo Yinhe and asked him, "When will you come to pick me up?"

"So early?"

"Yeah, I’ve finished dealing with matters at the hospital, come to the top floor to pick me up."

Mo Yinhe guessed she might have encountered the media at the hospital, his deep voice warm and pleasing: "Give me five minutes, I’ll be right there."

Si Mingjing went to the top floor and waited on the terrace, seeing a drone flying up as if to film her.

She frowned slightly.

Song Yuan immediately drew his gun, aiming at the drone, intending to shoot it down.

Si Mingjing waved her hand: "Forget it."

"Your Majesty, I’ll strengthen security tomorrow."

Si Mingjing nodded slightly, standing on the terrace waiting for Mo Yinhe, while messaging Su Cheng on WeChat: "I’m not getting involved in Grandpa’s illness anymore. He’s stable now, let Western medicine continue the treatment. The effect isn’t necessarily worse than Chinese medicine. Grandpa improved so quickly, thanks to Dr. Zheng’s initial rescue plan."

Su Cheng responded: "Got it, Si, make sure not to get too cocky in front of Mo Yinhe. It’s okay to say certain things in front of me, but definitely not in front of him, okay? I’m a man, I understand men best!"

Si Mingjing read Su Cheng’s reply and didn’t respond further, focusing on waiting for Mo Yinhe to come pick her up.

About three minutes later, a helicopter slowly landed on the rooftop terrace of the hospital. Mo Yinhe pulled Si Mingjing onto the helicopter, sitting beside him. She asked, "How did your conversation with Mr. President go?"

Mo Yinhe said, "He said as long as Professor Ye agrees, he’ll sign a state childcare technology sharing agreement with me, provided that the Protective Shield Technology is also shared with A Country. I need to consider it."

Mo Yinhe never does a losing deal.

He thought this was a losing deal; Protective Shield Technology is a strategic technology, but the state childcare technology...

"Agree to it!" The state childcare technology is a socially beneficial technology that can liberate women in Atlantis and Mu Continent from childbearing, making it more appealing than strategic technology.

Mo Yinhe squinted his dark eyes arrogantly: "I’ll think about it more."

Si Mingjing feared Mo Yinhe wouldn’t agree and suggested, "You could provide the initial version of the Protective Shield, the technology you’ve already discarded. Even though it’s discarded by you, it might be considered the most advanced by other countries. I have a teacher on Prison Star who is a post-Bosch professor; he once mentioned while discussing history that developed countries often sell their obsolete technology to other countries, and the latter are very willing."

Mo Yinhe’s furrowed brow relaxed, and he turned to kiss her cheek: "My baby is so clever. If we share the technology I’ve discarded, that’s fine. We’ll have dinner with our matchmaker Mr. President tonight and discuss it further."

It was still early; Mo Yinhe saw the clear sky and asked her, "Do you want to go horseback riding?"

In the suburbs of the Imperial Capital, there’s a racetrack owned by the Ye Family.

Si Mingjing was very interested, but said, "I can’t ride a horse. I can only ride Big White."

"I’ll teach you."

Si Mingjing’s heart danced with joy. She had never ridden a horse, but had seen it plenty on TV, especially in costume dramas where women gallop elegantly and heroically, which she loved and longed to learn. However, both Yecheng and Undersea World lacked conditions for horseback riding. So when Mo Yinhe mentioned horseback riding, her bright eyes shone like peonies in bloom, as breathtaking as a painting.

Mo Yinhe saw her interest, "You really want to ride?"

Si Mingjing nodded: "Riding seems fun. Is it hard to learn?"

"Might be hard for others, but for you... you used to be very good at it," Mo Yinhe said. "Once at the racetrack on a Sweat-Blooded Precious Horse, you’ll know how to ride. You won’t even need my teaching. Trust me."

She could pilot a simulated space shuttle without any training.

Mo Yinhe believed that what she had learned before, even without memory of it, those skills were dormant in her subconscious, ready to come forth whenever she wanted to use them.