"Qi Yacheng, are all those elderly people still at the sanatorium?" Chen Mo asked.
"Oh! They're all still there. No one has left!" Qi Yacheng said.
"Then did they find out about this?" Chen Mo asked, waving the seal and rectification notice in his hand.
"Although they didn't see it themselves, I think they knew about it. Several people were present when these things were delivered!" Qi Yacheng said.
"People were present? Where were they, and what were they doing at the time?" Chen Mo asked.
"They were at the medical center. A few of the elderly residents were due for their physicals, so I was watching over the checkups when the person delivering this came looking for me! The gatekeeper couldn't stop him and could only bring him to me!" Qi Yacheng said.
"I understand." Chen Mo nodded, feeling somewhat displeased with those old men.
However, Chen Mo could understand them. Those old men and Old Women had not really done anything wrong. Even if they had seen the world and once enjoyed glory, that had been in the past. Now they were old and retired—what glory could they possibly have left?
When people left, the tea went cold. That was the norm. Once someone retired, even if they still had some say, it would not carry much weight! More often than not, it was simply helplessness and self-preservation! They had friends, descendants, and factions of their own. Naturally, they could not charge in and confront things head-on, or the people implicated would not just be a few of them, but a whole chain of others!
But understanding was one thing. If he did not stir them up a little, Chen Mo would feel uncomfortable! Besides, if he did not use this seal, would that not mean failing to