Liang Ruoxu knew that Lin Yi's mouth was always spewing nonsense, so she didn't care about such trivial things.
She got into her car after leaving the hospital when her phone rang in her bag.
It was her grandfather calling.
"Are you done with your meeting?"
"I've said what I needed to say. I won't be attending the rest of the meeting," Liang Ruoxu's grandfather said.
"How's Old Yang doing? What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said he'll live for another few decades." Liang Ruoxu recalled what Lin Yi said when he walked out of the operating room, "The doctor also said that Old Mr. Yang would be fine even if he died. He could even burn incense for him."
"Look at what he's saying. These people are all around my age. It's hard to say how long Old Yang will live after the surgery."
"Grandpa, you're being too narrow-minded if you say that."
