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In the study room.

Tang Wanting took medicine to treat cerebral infarction under the service of Secretary Qi, and sat on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested.

"Old Qi... bring the spittoon, I want to vomit...don't..."

"Now! Hold on!"

Secretary Qi immediately ran to get the spittoon and squatted beside Tang Wanting on one knee.

Tang Wanting covered his chest, bowed down, and retching with pain, but he couldn't vomit anything for a long time.

"Mr. Tang, this medicine is too fierce, you should reduce the amount."

Secretary Qi felt uncomfortable with him, "I'm really afraid that you... the disease is not cured and you have eaten your body. What should I do?"

"I'm old, and whether I eat or not will one day lose my mind. Let's take a look."

Tang Wanting took a breath, and his spirit of perseverance became weak and he looked haggard, "Just... don't let the children know, especially Qiao Qiao, I'm afraid she will be sad."

Secretary Qi's eyes were wet, "Mr. Tang, you are a little optimistic. Medical technology is so advanced now, and you are not afraid of not being able to cure your disease."

"I know, of course I want to live a few more years. What should I do if I have a braid? What should I do if the three ladies who have followed me?"

Tang Wanting pinched his sore eyebrows, "But we have to make plans early. Before Qiaoqiao inherits the family business, I have to clear out possible obstacles and hidden dangers to the greatest extent."

"Although the eldest young master is not interested in doing business, if the eldest lady has difficulties, he will definitely sacrifice everything he has to assist the eldest lady."

At this time, the living room outside the study room.

Tang Qiaoer pushed the door and walked in, and quickly walked to the door with a cold and cold body.
Chapter completed!