Volume 1, Chapter 57: Dr. He, My Legs Feel Weak

"Bang—"

Ding Jingya panicked instantly. She had been living an extremely lavish lifestyle these past few days. Accepting all the gifts and money sent to her without the slightest reservation, she had long since squandered everything. What could she possibly use to repay the debt?

The 9.6 million square kilometers of territory paved with the blood of our ancestors—we would mobilize the entire nation's strength to take back even a single lost inch. How could we ever tolerate carving out a piece of China's land to establish a demon nation?

"Well, alright then." Ruan Bin nodded helplessly. After all, Li Yao had done him a huge favor; it was with Li Yao's assistance that he had obtained his traditional Chinese medicine qualification certificate so easily and smoothly.

With that, he hurried out once more. Before leaving the Emerald Bamboo Court, he did not forget to instruct the palace attendants here not to go anywhere near that direction for the time being.

"There's no need to trouble Director Jiang; she should be busy with two surgeries right now. Just wheel the patient straight for an ultrasound, and we should be able to figure out what the illness is! Whenever a patient experiences pain in the upper right abdomen, send them all for an ultrasound first. If that examination reveals nothing, then consider other diagnostic tests," Ruan Bin said.

This move could be described as the height of both "catching the opponent off guard" and sheer brutality. With nothing left of itself but a single large ham, what path to survival could possibly remain for the scorpion lodged inside the puppet's heart?

Then Wei Jinghong recounted how he had encountered Zhuo Yu and rescued them. Upon hearing this, Yuchi Jin understood the whole situation and hastened to express his gratitude.

The other two, who had consistently served as mere background set pieces, quietly craned their necks and pricked up their ears, their gazes fixed intently upon Mu Yinian, eager to know whether she would accept the boss's invitation.

With a cold snort—what kind of person was Zhao Wuji? The Immovable Vajra, a master who had slaughtered countless lives back in the day—being provoked like this by an unknown adversary, coupled with the stifled frustration he had bottled up all day, instantly sent his anger surging. The next second, Zhao Wuji didn't hesitate to crash right through the window and rush outside.

Liang Yichao, however, finished his meal, paid the bill, and pushed his handcart through the underground pedestrian passage all the way back to the International Terminal.

"Just a moment ago you were the one saying it. When I asked you whether you would go if a classmate invited you to a gathering, you said 'Of course I would!' Now that it's my turn, you're backing out!" Qin Sihao countered, turning the tables on her.

Ni Yexin felt it had been a long time since he experienced such a condescending feeling. Although he wasn't much shorter than Murong Changqing, he usually still had to tilt his head up to look at him. Now, having someone else tilt their head up to look at him felt refreshingly delightful beyond words.

Shen Zhongyuan sat high in the main hall, Yan Tianyou sat on the lower left, and Min'er and her mother sat opposite him.

Chou Wuwang truly disliked Hua Qi, but he had never given any thought to the matter of family background. Suddenly brought up by Hua Qingyan like this, Chou Wuwang failed to react in time.

Hearing that his former wife had come looking for him, Master Zhu was terribly startled. He didn't have a former wife at all, so with full confidence, he intended to coax the person away.

After a little over a quarter of an hour, just as the guards outside were reduced to a mere handful, Li Longji had no choice but to order the gates opened and walked out.

Ren Jingshu's drama had cost Cen Qiuri her child, caused Gong Yu's death, and Amber's death—though Amber's demise was perhaps outside her original plan; ideally, what she had wanted was for Cen Qiuri to die as well.

Living in the Feng family estate, logically speaking, Qiu Aiyue was a maternal grandson and knew very well that his father didn't have that kind of wealth, which simply couldn't compare to the Feng family.

"We will negotiate the compensation issues regarding this matter first. Based on my understanding, this worker's death was not an accidental fall from a building, but rather an accident caused by a conflict with a fellow worker."