I listened to my sister's words today.

After hearing these words, Mr. Yun sat in the corner with a sullen face, not saying another word.

Jiang Ling understood that this ID card belonging to him was indispensable.

It is not an ordinary certificate, but a protective umbrella, a talisman that can save your life at a critical moment.

If one day she is unable to be with the little one due to an accident or something else, this thin piece of certificate will be her only weapon to intimidate the other party.

If they really encounter danger and the other party cannot see their ID, the little guy's fate may take a sharp turn for the worse in an instant, and they may become an "illegal resident" or even be hastily disposed of.

But if the other party finds the identification, they will definitely check it.

The other party found out that the little guy was a "national star protected personnel", and even if they had malicious intentions, they would never dare to act rashly.

However, Jiang Ling frowned slightly.

She knew clearly that the little guy's current status was not a true star-level protection officer certificate, but rather the most ordinary resident status.

It's like an unsharpened knife; it's of no use at all.

At this moment, her heart was being torn between two contradictions.

On one side is the temptation - the guarantee that may keep the little one safe; on the other side, it is the potential risk - she needs to leave for three days, and during these three days, the little one will not be able to rely on her protection.

Jiang Ling's eyes fell on the document on the table.

His fingers trembled slightly, but finally brushed the edge of the paper.

Countless possible scenarios emerged in my mind.

The little girl faced the danger alone, with frightened eyes and clenched lips; the mice who wanted to spy on her identity, with their greedy eyes, were lurking around her like hunting beasts.

And all the unexpected events that might happen during her three days of absence seemed like a tangled mess.

His fingertips clenched the corner of the document little by little, and his eyes turned to the little guy who was already sleeping in his arms.

The soft snoring sounded like a carefree melody, playing on her tense heartstrings.

I also considered seeking protection certificates from other major countries for the little guy, but then I thought that group of people were just like monkeys causing trouble.

Some people, when they see people from these countries, simply want to deal with them immediately, while those seemingly neutral countries actually have no deterrent power at all.

The air in the reception room seemed frozen, time slipping away silently, the ticking of the clock so clear it made one's heart tighten. Everyone's eyes were fixed anxiously on Mr. Jiang, who remained with his head bowed in deep thought.

After a moment, someone couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of disappointment written all over his face, as if he had already accepted the worst outcome.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted: "Give me the medical report."

He was startled when he heard this, but then a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He quickly nudged Wen, who was beside him, and said, "Hurry up and send your medical records to Mr. Jiang!"

His tone was hurried, even a little urgent.

Old Wen took out his cell phone with trembling hands, his face full of excitement and his voice trembling, "Then...then Mr. Jiang, my grandson's..." He wanted to say something but stopped, as if his throat was choked by something.

Jiang Ling nodded slightly, took the medical records, and said soothingly: "One is done, two is done."

"However, the specific plan will depend on your and your grandson's medical records."

Although the words were calm, they carried a steady power that made people feel a sense of trust.

"Good good!"

Mr. Wen responded repeatedly, his eyes moist and he was so excited that he could hardly speak.

"Now my grandson is saved! Thank you so much!" He suddenly wanted to kneel down, but just as he bent his knees, Jiang Ling quickly supported him.

"No, you are too old to perform such a ceremony."

Jiang Ling held Old Man Wen's arm with one hand and supported his shoulder with the other. Her words were gentle but contained an irresistible force.

Seeing this, Mr. He and Mr. Yun beside him also quickly stood up and helped the emotional Mr. Wen back to his seat.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the scene was both tense and touching, as if everyone's heart was tightly pulled by an invisible string.

At this time, everyone noticed that the little fox had fallen asleep in Mr. Jiang's arms, with his little face buried in his clothes, breathing deeply, and as peaceful as a baby.

Old Master Yun glanced at his granddaughter with a loving look in his eyes, then waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to mention going out for dinner.

On the other side, the old lady had already wisely not entered the reception room, but sat outside and made a video call with her daughter-in-law.

In the meeting room, Jiang Ling's mobile phone screen lit up, showing two recent medical reports.

He glanced at the documents, his expression gradually becoming serious. He first looked through Elder Wen's medical records, frowning slightly.

The medical records showed that Mr. Wen suffered from coronary heart disease and myocardial infarction. Although his condition was critical, after a brief thought, Jiang Ling quickly drew up a preliminary plan.

"Cardiac catheterization intervention," he whispered, his tone calm but with cold decisiveness.

"A 0.1 mm guide wire is needed to enter the blood vessels, reach the heart, and clear the blockage."

Although the sound was not loud, it was clear enough to make everyone in the room hold their breath.

However, when he turned to the medical record of Wen's grandson, the expression on his face suddenly changed.

At that moment, the air in the reception room seemed even more stagnant.

Everyone's heart tightened, and they felt uneasy as they looked at Jiang Ling's pensive expression.

Everyone is waiting, but afraid to hear the final answer.

"Mr. Jiang, what's wrong? Is there a problem?" Old Wen's voice was cautious, with a suppressed tremor.

He clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white, as if this faint hope would slip through his fingers if he wasn't careful.

Jiang Ling did not answer immediately. Her eyes fell on the screen, staring at the complex data, as if trying to find the key to solving the dilemma.

"This case..."

Jiang Ling spoke in a low voice with a heavy tone, and every word seemed to pull everyone's heart down.

His eyes stayed on the screen for a long time without moving.

Elder Wen couldn't help but stand up, his body trembling violently, his voice choked and almost broken: "Boss Jiang... my grandson, can he still be saved?"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Ling's face, and they were so nervous that they even held their breath.

There was a suffocating silence in the air, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

Jiang Ling raised her head, frowned slightly, and took a deep breath: "The medical records show that your grandson's condition is much more complicated than yours."

"He suffers from a complex congenital heart disease and a rare heart valve malformation."

His voice was low and steady, yet it carried an invisible weight. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Old Wen's heart.

"How big are the risks of the operation?" Mr. He was the first to speak and break the silence. His voice was steady, but there was a hint of nervousness.

"Anyway, those hospitals that came before yours are better."

Speaking bluntly.

“This requires a dual surgery, the first step is to rebuild the heart valve and the second step is to correct the heart deformity.