"Yes," the project manager said, "the equipment procurement will arrive by noon tomorrow, and will be debugged immediately to provide you with feedback." "OK, we both trust you with this," Finn Morgan put away the blueprints and took a few photos of the site with his phone. The effect is really great, even every door looks cool, absolutely at the forefront of fashion. Before leaving, CEO Kingston specifically instructed him to come over in the afternoon to take a look. At this pace, Anton Miller will soon have a surprise. When Justin Kingston received the photos, he was still on the plane, scrolling through them one by one, confident that Anton Miller would like the style of this club. Lyncroft County, under Riventhal City, is just an ordinary small county, without skyscrapers, bustling traffic, or vibrant nightlife. Monica Usher’s car parked under the county-level people’s hospital, where most of the comers and goers are the elderly. She was already carrying a fruit basket and flowers, having come out of the elevator on the third floor of the inpatient department, heading towards the investigated ward. A frail middle-aged woman, with yellow skin and thin features, sat leaning against the hospital bed, with strands of gray in her black hair. A middle-aged man sat in a chair before the bed, feeding her porridge with a spoon. The ward was very simple, without even a companion bed. Monica Usher paused at the door, seeing this scene through the small window glass, feeling an inexplicable pang in her heart. She was aware of Barbara Sutton’s family situation. Monica Usher knocked on the door and gently pushed it open. The people inside looked towards her, puzzled, thinking she had entered the wrong room. Well-dressed and radiating an extraordinary aura, she also brought a fruit basket and flowers. "Hello Uncle Sutton, hello Mrs. Sutton," Monica Usher gently placed the flowers and fruit basket on the bedside table. "You are...?" the Sutton couple asked, confused. "I used to be Barbara’s boss, and we are more than that—we’re friends." Monica Usher got straight to the point, "I learned from Barbara that your wife is ill, so I came to visit." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net "Did you come from Riventhal?" Uncle Sutton quickly stood up, "Come, come, please sit! It takes over two hours by car, doesn’t it?" "I drove myself," Monica Usher said softly, "I drove fast, so it took only an hour." The couple was extremely moved, feeling a bit out of place faced with Monica’s composed aura. "What illness is Mrs. Sutton suffering from? What did the doctor say?" She had come specially to inquire about the situation, "I happen to have some doctor friends, let’s see if they can help." Uncle Sutton sighed heavily, "The thyroid lesion is benign, the doctor said it can be solved by removal, but it’s still a level three surgery, considered medium to large. My wife has always been weak, so there’s a risk of surgical complications." "I happen to know a great expert in this field," Monica Usher told them, "He’s been performing this surgery for 30 years without a single failed case." After hearing this, Uncle and Mrs. Sutton’s eyes didn’t light up but they let out a gentle sigh. This puzzled Monica Usher, "What’s wrong?" Isn’t this good news? "A top expert must charge a lot," Uncle Sutton said, "We can’t afford that much money." Monica Usher quickly said, "It’s not expensive, not expensive at all, that person is my good friend, even cheaper than your current doctor. When did the doctor say the surgery can take place?" If that’s the case, then the priority is to save lives. Uncle Sutton didn’t stand on ceremony, "Thank you!" He expressed gratitude and gave a deep bow. Then explained his wife’s specific situation to her. Monica Usher remembered everything from a single glance, "Rest assured, I’ll arrange for the expert, he can come tonight, and before the surgery, he’ll perform a detailed check on Mrs. Sutton." "May I know your name?" Uncle Sutton asked, his voice trembling lightly with gratitude, as if seeing a bright light.