Early in the morning, like usual, Qin Guang returned home from his morning exercise, washed up, and came downstairs to the dining room.
"Weiwei's illness isn't serious, right?"
Jiang Jiye was already waiting in the dining room. Seeing Qin Guang coming down, he asked with some concern.
He was a light sleeper, and last night, when Ning Weiwei had fallen off her chair in pain, he had been startled awake.
At that time, Qin Guang had carried Ning Weiwei back to her room for treatment.
He hadn't followed them into the room, and afterward, Qin Guang had gone to the company to pick up Jiang Qingxue from work, so he hadn't had the chance to ask. Now, he finally found the opportunity.
Qin Guang said, "Grandfather, don't worry, I treated her yesterday. There's no major problem."
"Has the root cause of the illness not been found yet?"
Jiang Jiye wasn't doubting Qin Guang's medical skills; he knew that Qin Guang was among the top medical practitioners of the time.
