With Xu Canyang mediating, the hospital was quickly punished.
But this was only one aspect of it; Yan Yinuo, however, could never come back to life.
In just two days, Xu Lijing had lost a significant amount of weight. Her face was lifeless, as though a mere gust of wind could knock her down at any moment.
The blow to Old Madam Xu was heavy as well; her hair seemed to have turned noticeably whiter.
But none of this could stop the undeniable truth that Yan Yinuo was going to be buried.
Xu Lijing tried to prevent it, unwilling to accept that her once-vibrant daughter was now separated from her by life and death.
Yet Xu Canyang wouldn't allow her to behave irrationally.
He personally called Xu Zijin. "Today is Yinuo's funeral. No matter what, you must come."
A trace of mockery flickered across Xu Zijin's cold face. "It has nothing to do with me."
"No matter what, she was your niece. Even without a blood connection, she was one in name!" Xu Canyang growled angrily.
