Hearing this, everyone's mood became even heavier.

Over the past few years, I've consulted countless doctors, and they all say pretty much the same thing.

Excessive worry, overwork, and excessive physical depletion.

If you are weak, you should take tonics.

However, whether it's a family or a group, there are always trained professionals to manage it.

Monthly reporting and emergency response have long been linked by a mature and stable hierarchical system.

There is absolutely no need to overwork or worry excessively.

With just one word, a whole team of think tanks will be vying to solve the problem.

The CEOs of Guangyin Group earn tens of millions of yuan annually, which is comparable to the annual income of an average company.

True capitalists make money from money; they can simply sit back and count their wealth.

There are plenty of people who have things to worry about.

There's no way I'd do anything strenuous; my personal assistant does that kind of work.

Within the family, Yin Huaizhu is the head of the household, controlling all resources and the economic lifeline.

Who would dare to give him trouble?

Therefore, the older brothers and sisters of the Yin family could not understand how their younger brother could have ended up in such a situation.

I was perfectly healthy and strong before, but I don't know why I've become so weak in the last few years, and I've even lost a lot of weight.

Various tonics and soups have proven ineffective.

The people inside could only agree with Lao Cheng's explanation.

Only Yin Zhenwei's eyes held a deep understanding.

He looked at Yin Huaizhu, who was leaning against the bed, pale and weak, and his eyes were full of guilt.

Holding his wife's hand, they both saw the deep guilt in each other's eyes.

In the end, the two sighed, and neither of them said a word.

At this moment, Yin Lanlan leaned over Yin Huaizhu's bedside, turned her head and whispered, "Grandpa, Fifth Uncle will get better."

Yin Zhenwei bent down and took Yin Lanlan's hand, responding softly, "Yes, okay, Fifth Uncle will get better."

Liu Xu gestured for everyone to leave, leaving the room for Yin Huaizhu to rest.

The door was gently knocked shut.

The room fell silent instantly.

"Cough, cough."

Yin Huaizhu lay pale on the bed, her half-closed eyelids slowly lifting.

I looked towards the corner by the window in the room.

The white figure that stood there quietly from beginning to end.

"You're gambling with your life."

The white figure went from initial astonishment and anger to a helpless sigh that could not be stopped.

If things continue like this, Yin Huaizhu won't live long.

That forbidden technique comes at the cost of one's lifespan.

How could it possibly withstand such prolonged turmoil?

Now...

Bai Ying sighed, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anxiety and worry.

It looked out the window at the small bamboo grove, which swayed in the wind and made a rustling sound.

The emerald green bamboo stalks rub against each other, undulating like green waves, giving a feeling of vitality.

Bai Ying finally spoke.

"I've heard there's a Taoist temple on Mount Fu, where you can find miraculous herbs. Wait for me to find them."

Upon hearing this, Yin Huaizhu looked at the fleeting white air current in the air with a somewhat surprised expression.

Until the airflow swept through the air and disappeared outside the window.