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At night, lying in bed, Xia Lu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what. She remembered what Gao Qishan had said today.
"The situation isn't too bad right now, and the treatment is timely. The medical level in the United States is top-notch globally. This time going there, you should be able to control the illness. You don't need to worry too much."
"I'll go with you," Xia Lu said.
"That's not quite appropriate," Gao Qishan shook his head, "Your mother doesn't want you to know that she's ill now, otherwise she wouldn't have made up the excuse that we're going on a honeymoon to cover up the truth. If you suddenly say you want to come with us, it will only make her more anxious and add to her psychological burden, which is detrimental for a patient."
His words left Xia Lu with no rebuttal, so she had to give up.
