In the rearview mirror, the tall and thin figure of the woman gradually turned into a small black dot, swallowed up by the traffic.

Jiang Yanxing leaned lazily on the chair pillow, tapping his knees with his bent fingers, and his thick eyelashes covered Cen Jing's half-closed eyes.

The air pressure inside the car was inexplicably low, like a large dark cloud hanging overhead.

The assistant couldn't help but keep silent, trying to figure out Jiang Yanxing's thoughts from his expression.

Jiang Yanxing seemed to be aware of the assistant's subtle look, and said indifferently, "Is your work in my face?"

The assistant hurriedly said: "Our batch of diamonds has left the port and will arrive in Bincheng for the exhibition in seven days."

"Have the security arrangements been carefully arranged?" Jiang Yanxing still didn't raise his eyes and said tepidly, "Although the exhibition is in Bincheng, people from the company and the Jiang family are watching, so there can't be any mistakes."

"Mr. Jiang, please rest assured that the delivery personnel have replaced them with new ones."

Jiang Yanxing was silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, "Is Vanke Construction going to move the urban villages in Heping District?"

"Master Ye said, thanks to you, I got the qualification to be the contractor, and I will invite you to dinner in two days."

Jiang Yanxing raised his eyes and played with the beads on his wrist out of boredom. His ink-stained eyes were filled with sharp dark light, "I haven't had time recently. Please tell him that the project is linked to the city appearance. Don't get too carried away with the money."

"Mr. Jiang, the whereabouts of Ruan Xiuzhu's family have been found."

After not receiving a reply from Jiang Yanxing for a long time, the assistant hesitated and tilted his head.

The man half-closed his eyes to concentrate, looking completely uninterested.

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In the ward, the sound was weak and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Based on Ms. Ruan's examination results, we have confirmed that she has kidney failure." The doctor looked at Song Qitang, who was nervous, seriously, "It is already the fifth stage, and dialysis must be carried out as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Song Qitang was shocked when he heard this, the color on his face disappeared, and he turned to look at Ruan Xiuzhu blankly.

Ruan Xiuzhu is less than fifty and has aged more obviously than her peers.

When she heard the doctor's diagnosis, her pupils dilated in fear and her lips trembled, "I can't have uremia!"

A little girl with a ponytail lay beside the hospital bed, her eyes circling around the heavy-looking adults, gently tugging at the hem of Song Qitang's clothes, her dark pupils almost watering, "What is uremia?"

Song Qitang lowered his head blankly, met Yaoyao's clear eyes, and suddenly lost all ability to speak.

Ruan Xiuzhu's leg was in a cast, and her swollen face was trying to smile.

"Doctor, how could I have uremia? Did you check wrongly? I am usually in good health and rarely catch a cold!"

"This is probably not your first fall. It's just that you haven't had any obvious fractures. You are prone to thirst and your muscle weakness is also very severe." The doctor was silent for a while, "If it gets worse, you may need a kidney transplant."

Ruan Xiuzhu's eyes turned black, and her spine felt like it had been ripped away in an instant.

Song Qitang was frightened when he heard this, and regretted that he had neglected Ruan Xiuzhu's strange behavior in his usual carelessness.

"Doctor, my aunt is sorry for your trouble." She closed her eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, keeping silent. "No matter how much it costs, we have to cure this disease."

Ruan Xiuzhu burst into tears, "Qitang!"

"Don't be so pessimistic. As long as you receive treatment, you will definitely recover." Song Qitang held Ruan Xiuzhu's hand and smiled to reassure her, "It's okay. Don't worry about the medical expenses. Your health is the most important thing."

The doctor left the ward.

Song Qitang knew that Ruan Xiuzhu needed some relief, so he asked the nurse to take care of her for a few minutes.

Ruan Xiuzhu slumped her shoulders and wiped away her tears randomly. Her gray hair on her temples made her appearance even more weathered.

"It's all my fault. What are you doing climbing stairs when you have nothing to do? You work hard every day to make money to support your family. I can't do anything to help you. You are only 26 years old. What should you do in the future..."

"You climbed the stairs to dry the quilt for me, how can this be considered as causing trouble?" Song Qitang tried hard to regulate her intravenous drip, with the dimples on her cheeks looming, "You are my relatives, and it is only natural that I raise you."
Chapter completed!