The lights were bright, the night sky dark and starry.
A plane quietly flew into J City and landed steadily at the airport.
Edward Rosenberg, after two hours of flight, felt incredibly fatigued.
At nearly eighty years old, his frail body couldn't withstand such high-intensity exhaustion.
But to save Su Qingxue, he had no choice.
As a doctor, each patient's life was closely related to him.
He had to give his all to save them.
Edward Rosenberg, carrying his briefcase, left the airport. As soon as he left, a black Rolls-Royce picked him up.
"Professor, you've had a hard journey."
Lin Xueji, wearing light makeup and her hair in a bun with an extremely serious expression, personally drove and greeted him.
"Xueji, the situation is urgent, let's skip the chat. I need to find Bruce Ye immediately."
Edward Rosenberg was very anxious and hurriedly said.
"Ah?!"
