Actually, Zhao Jingrong was a bit flustered.
Because from Ni Yang's words, it wasn't hard to tell—she already knew something.
Could it be that Ni Yang left behind some trump card?
At that time, Ni Yang was alone in the room. What kind of trump card could she leave behind?
Zhao Jingrong narrowed her eyes slightly. Just then, the servant arrived with the family doctor.
Seeing the doctor, everyone seemed to have grasped hope.
Xiu Jiao grabbed the doctor's hand and pleaded, "Dr. Xu, please, you must save my grandson!"
Dr. Xu glanced at Xiu Jiao and said, "Mrs. Mo, please calm down and rest assured, I will do my best."
At such moments, the doctor didn't dare to make promises too soon.
Xiu Jiao sobbed, "Please, I beg you…"
Dr. Xu looked up at Mo Baichuan. "Quickly, lay the child flat on the bed."
Mo Baichuan complied immediately, "Alright."
The doctor first took out a stethoscope, then checked Mo Zhiyuan's eyelids.
