At 11 o'clock in the morning, everyone arrived at the Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse, where a banquet had already been prepared.

There were five tables set up, and the municipal party secretary and the mayor personally accompanied Tang Xiaobao and his group. Everyone was in a good mood and drank a lot of wine.

But just when they were halfway through the meal, Zhao Bing, the secretary of the municipal party secretary, suddenly came hurriedly, looking very nervous and extremely ugly.

"Secretary Li, there is an emergency to report to you!"

Li Ping was stunned and frowned, "If there is anything, can you talk about it later?"

He was toasting Tang Xiaobao.

Zhao Bing said bitterly, "No, Secretary Li, it's about your daughter."

"What?"

Li Ping's face completely fell. He stood up suddenly and asked nervously, "Is the condition getting worse?"

Zhao Bing nodded: "I just received a call from your wife, saying that Rose suddenly fell into a coma again, and, and..."

"Come on, tell me. It's already this late. Why are you still hesitating?"

Li Ping grabbed Zhao Bing's clothes and almost roared.

A group of people stared at him.

Many people were sighing.

"Oh, how pitiful!"

"Yeah, I heard her daughter is only 22 years old this year!"

"He's so young and already has this disease."

"It's said that even the Western Medicine Association of Country M can't diagnose this disease. I think there's really no cure."

"I went to see that girl. She was very pretty and sensible. What a pity, what a pity."

"Secretary Li only has this one daughter and no more children. If something happens to her, it will be a huge blow to him."

"It seems her daughter has had this strange disease since she was young. She's always in a coma. She once met a Taoist priest who predicted she wouldn't live past thirty. Unexpectedly, she died at the age of twenty-two."

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