It was now 5:30 p.m. on August 24, 2098, Xia City time. Ronan's call with Abner had taken place only seven hours ago.
Getting to An Hai Sanatorium was convenient for Ronan anytime. Lady Shuqing Luo, however, had been running herself ragged over this matter for nearly two days.
Shuqing Luo, who had decided to hand over the notebooks, and Ronan, who had selected them, were both under pressure.
Frankly, the situation was not particularly serious. Both the past two days of observation and the series of supplementary examinations had shown no obvious physical problems with the old man, aside from excessive fluctuations in his mental state.
But Old Mister Luo Yuandao had lived like this for many years. He had merely grown quieter over the past six months... The attending physicians who had monitored Luo Yuandao's condition for a long time, Octopus included, even felt that this was how the old man ought to be.
Since Ronan himself often gave Luo Yuandao extra stimulation, he had cautiously avoided direct contact. Aside from the medical staff, Shuqing Luo was responsible for "communicating" with him.
At the moment, Lady Shuqing Luo seemed somewhat dazed. Her emotions were fairly stable, but she simply could not understand:
"Was it really because of the notebooks?"
At this stage, the notebooks at the old man's side were no longer limited to the one Ronan had previously selected for him. He had demanded more than half of those stored at home.
If they refused to give them to him? Then he made a fuss!
At first, Ronan had continued to observe without interfering with the hospital's judgment or his aunt's decision.
And so, to soothe the old man's emotions, nearly all the loose-leaf notebooks that the family had painstakingly recovered were transferred to the sanatorium.
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