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Shen Jingyan was calmer than her. After some thought, he said, "I doubt it's an overseas specialist. The elderly usually don't trust foreign doctors, and have always insisted on turning to local doctors. The best neurologist in the country is none other than Liang Lu. Since Mom has contacted Liang Lu, I believe they couldn't have gotten a better doctor than her..." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"That's true, too."

Wei Ling nodded but still felt unsettled. She looked up at him. "I'll still have to make a trip down tomorrow. This is a crucial moment for Old Master, I can't let Mom face this alone."

If it was a stroke, then the splitting of assets would come into the picture.

The Wei Family's business was huge and many people were involved. Splitting the family assets was a serious and important matter. Whoever spent more time by Old Master's hospital bed now might just manage to get a larger share.

Wasn't everybody rushing back from other states and countries just because of this?

Shen Jingyan had been in the industry for so long and knew the thoughts that went on in their heads. He nodded solemnly. "Mm, it'd be good for you to return this time."

to

Qi's case, Wei Ling

today already. Now, he was also stuck in this city and unable to fly to Beijing until Wei Qi's sentence was

The next day.

flight arrived at the

plane and was walking out. She had one hand in her pocket and the other holding onto her black cell phone. Her white

"Hello."

she had gotten up at 5:00 AM to prepare for departure. She took the pills and other handy items, and Jiang Li sent her to the airport. She had to collect her air tickets and queue for the security checks, leaving her with no time to rest. She was now exceptionally tired, and her beautiful eyes were squinted. The tips of her eyes were a faint red from

purchased a canned coffee from the vending machine when she passed by one. After conveniently scanning the QR code to make payment, she picked her coffee up, pulled the tab, and started sipping. It was October now, and Beijing was colder than Rao City. Here in the North, the air was slightly drier, and she realized that she was

vending machine allowed her to warm her hands, and Qiao Nian felt much more comfortable with that. She was leaning against the wall, watching

caller ID showed

alluring, and the background

around the can as she