Meanwhile, Wang Jianguo stood like a sculpture weighed down by sorrow, his brow furrowed deeply, the crease between his eyebrows carved as if by a chisel, refusing to smooth out.
His gaze was profound and heavy, like a bottomless pool of cold water, brimming with anxiety and deep preoccupation.
At this moment, his heart was entirely set on passing on the critical news—that he had managed to obtain the medicine through sheer hardship—to Zhao Shuzhuo and Secretary Dong at the earliest possible moment.
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