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Meanwhile, the person on the other end, clutching their phone, cursed their timing but then thought it was considerate of them to hang up right away.

Is this the “wild man” Tang Xiaowan mentioned?

His voice is pleasant, well, for such a nice voice, her 40-meter-long sword can be temporarily sheathed.

…

Jiang Jinsang stood by the bedside for a long time, until Shen Shuci sent a text message:

[“You’re not planning to stay overnight next door, are you?”]

[“Wanwan has a fever.”]

Shen Shuci frowned, getting ready to check on her, when another message followed: [“She’s already cooled down and fallen asleep, don’t come in and disturb her, I’ll trouble you to take care of Jiangjiang.”]

A single text message couldn’t possibly send her away, Shen Shuci headed to the next room, and as she was about to push the door open, she found it was locked from the inside.

If Tang Wan had really just fallen asleep, Shen Shuci dared not knock loudly.

Another message arrived: [“Don’t worry, she’s truly sick, I wouldn’t do anything to a patient.”]

Shen Shuci bit her teeth in annoyance: [“If Wanwan is missing even a single hair tomorrow, I’m afraid you won’t be able to return to Beijing.”]

[“Then I’d have a legitimate reason to stay here, which would be nice.”]

…

Having no other choice, and since she obviously couldn’t sleep in Jiang Jinsang’s room, Shen Shuci could only carry the already asleep Jiangjiang back to her own room.

It was all so nonsensical.

Tang Wan had an unsettled sleep that night, perspiring several times, her mind foggy and filled with Jiang Jinsang’s shadow twisting and turning.

**

The next morning, at the Jiang Family in Beijing

Zhou Zhongqing had already made arrangements with the hospital. Mr. Tang definitely needed to be hospitalized early, and all this while, Madam Jiang had been phoning to keep up with the progress.

So, any new development would be promptly relayed to her by Zhou Zhongqing.

“Madam, I suggest coming over early would be better. Once here, we can give Mr. Tang a more comprehensive checkup, and then adjust the surgical plan according to his current health condition…”

Madam Jiang said with a laugh, “Dr. Zhou, I have complete trust in you handling this, but how confident are you about the surgery?”

“There are risks with any surgery, but rest assured, I will do my utmost.”

…

At this time, someone preparing to go to work came down from upstairs and greeted the two in the living room, “Mom, Dr. Zhou.”

“By the way, I was just discussing with Dr. Zhou about Mr. Tang coming here for his medical treatment and surgery,” Madam Jiang told him with a smile.

“Hmm.”

“The Tang family of three, along with your brother, and Jiangjiang – to bring the old, the weak, the sick, and the children to Beijing isn’t easy…” Madam Jiang said, sighing helplessly.

Old, weak, sick, and with children? The person had just sat down to eat breakfast when he heard this, his eyelid twitched:

His intuition told him:

This was not simple.

“The company hasn’t been busy lately, right? Considering how long their family has been taking care of Xiaowu and Jiangjiang, why don’t you go to Pingjiang to pick them up?”

“Our company is very busy!” He immediately refused.

“Work is never finished. Pingjiang is a nice place. You’ve been looking thinner from all the late nights; it worries me. It would be good for you to relax, think of it as a vacation.”

He was at a loss for words. With the conversation having reached this point, what else could he say!

“Don’t worry about anything else, I’ll book your flight, you just need to bring them back safely.”

“I had almost forgotten, the students will soon be on holiday, and we’ll be entering the Spring Festival travel rush. We should hurry to book the tickets.”

Saying so, she didn’t even give him time to react, the matter was settled!

At that moment, the bread in his mouth tasted bland as wax.