That afternoon, a group of people made their way to the old lady's gravesite, but no one mentioned the incident that had taken place in the temple parking lot.
After returning home from the gravesite, Jiang Muwan developed a low-grade fever.
Perhaps it was because the winter day was too cold, or maybe the trip to the temple had chilled someone through.
Song Sizhi grabbed the medicine from the bedside table, examined each one, and concluded, "Viral influenza, hard to get better with medicine alone, needs an IV."
"Hydrate a bit, I'll go to the hospital and get some medicine for you."
Meanwhile, on the first day of the new year in C City, several top executives from Junhua had gathered to go to the temple together—whether for wealth or for safety, it was the thought that counted, and this time the executives were accompanied by their families.
The procession was dozens strong, and that day, Gu Jiangnian was accompanied by Yu Se.
