Chapter 52 Are You Sending Me to School?

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was nearly driven to death by anger. He grabbed his brother-in-law and roared, "Your sister is having an episode and her mind is unclear, are you a complete fool too?"
The young man cowered and did not dare to answer.

Having obtained a definitive answer, Qiao Luo instructed the nurse once again, "The patient needs oxygen therapy. Have the operating room prepare a ventilator! The patient's epileptic focus may require palliative surgical treatment! Let's save the patient first before asking the family whether further treatment is needed."

As for Doctor Yun, he was actually inside the building right now, and she couldn't watch him do anything else either. After all, a cornered rabbit will bite, and besides, she was not a rabbit at all—she was a tiger.

"Since you are being punished, why didn't you inform Eldest Brother?" This was a message left by Eldest Brother Su. Liu Jiuer immediately looked out the window. Could Eldest Brother have come to the estate?

"Heh, it's nothing, don't worry." Seeing his older sister so worried about him, Han Yi felt a warmth well up in his heart.

"Humph! It's useless even if you capture me. When my eldest brother returns, let alone the Red Flower Pavilion failing to operate normally, it might just go out of business overnight." Whenever Liu Jiuer got scared, she habitually resorted to making fierce threats first.

Seeing the comment section instantly explode and netizens responding with great enthusiasm, Wang Liang was overjoyed.

Furthermore, those who could be selected by the system to become customers of the Happy Food Restaurant were basically people who lacked no money at all.

Suddenly, she felt she was no longer nervous. Was it because of Yixi? His presence had always been able to bring her a sense of reassurance, and he protected her everywhere he went. Therefore, as long as he was by her side, she could feel completely free and unconstrained.

After finishing his noodles, Beiming settled the previous tab as well, then called a taxi and hurried toward Tangjia Village.

At parting, Wang Liang presented this poem to the officers and soldiers of the company; nothing could describe the lives of frontline officers and soldiers more aptly than this.

Walking downstairs, Beiming hurriedly took Aunt Qiuyue's hand, their fingers interlocking to feel the warmth of each other's palms—a feeling that was deeply comforting.

Hecatia also felt she was being too unserious, so she put on a slightly more stern expression, trying hard to look the part of a proper deity, though her true nature showed through just a second later.

The experts of the Tiangang Sect below did not press their advantage, but merely followed along continuously. A moment later, when the last disciple of the Lingshan Sect entered the Zixu Palace, these people also gathered in the plaza outside the Zixu Palace.

Although Zhu Yinying's heart was filled with terror, being held in Tang Fei's arms also brought her waves of peace and security.

Chen Yun said coldly, taking out the middle-grade ghost weapon, the Mountain-Splitting Blade, and channeling equal parts of immortal power, divine power, and primordial holy energy into it. It erupted with a dazzling, brilliant light that illuminated the entire forest as bright as day.

I knelt on both knees. At this moment, Liu Yuxuan walked out holding a piece of paper and handed it to me. I glanced at the contents on the paper.

Yinfeng let out a muffled grunt, opened his wide mouth, and fiercely sucked the black cloud into his stomach. His slightly pale face instantly became even more ruddy and full of life.

Ignoring him, Ning Xin looked affectionately at Chen Peng and said, "Do you still want to... put it on for me?" As she spoke, she shyly extended her slender, delicate fingers.

This thought suddenly flashed through my mind, making my train of thought even clearer. I always felt that I was getting closer and closer to that subtle sense of wrongness I had perceived, yet the more I wanted to discover it, the more bewildered I became.

"Humph, you stinky scoundrel, whose man you are is none of my business, but anyway you aren't mine." Wang Lin looked at Chen Yun, a trace of a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

At this moment, inside a cave in the middle of the Aurora Cliff, a middle-aged man wearing plain clothes and bearing a weathered expression looked somewhat displeasedly at Han Ming, who was floating in mid-air above the Aurora Cliff with his eyes closed.

Taking a bath, washing up, eating, and heading to school—recently, nothing strange had happened around Qin Zhao, so life was quite peaceful. Early in the morning, Qin Zhao's schedule was very well-organized. After finishing his internal chores, he headed straight for the school.