Song Ning was at a loss for words. She bit her lower lip and thought about it for a long time before she said, "Regarding the poisoning, you should go to the hospital again. I'll ask the professor to have a look."
Upon hearing this, Ning Zhe sighed in relief. "It doesn't matter anymore. Life and death are predetermined. At my age, I've seen everything. No matter if it's regret or mistakes, there's nothing I can do anymore. I've gotten used to it."
Mu Chen said calmly, "My grandmother is already in her seventies, but I've never heard her say anything negative. Her fighting spirit is very strong. She's an example to the people around her."
