Chapter 239 Her wish has been fulfilled...

With such domineering attitude, could it be that the Nanchuan Spyker was teaching him personally?

Ning Fengsheng raised his hand to touch it, but his index finger felt a sharp pain and bright red blood oozed from the fingertip.

"Miss Si!" the servant came running over in panic, "Please stay away from those two parrots! They are the young master's treasures. Normally, no servants are allowed to get close to them except for the breeder!"

Ning Fengsheng understood that that guy cherished everything related to "Ning Fengsheng".

A slender figure appeared at the entrance of the garden.

Nanchuan Shijue was wearing a black haute couture suit, his breath was cold, his eyes fell on the blood on the parrot's beak, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Why is there blood?" Moss arrived and questioned the servant.

The servant turned pale with fear: "Only Miss Si touched it just now, we didn't touch it..."

"It's not injured," Ning Fengsheng explained hurriedly, "The blood is on my finger..."

"Ms. Si's finger was pecked by the parrot?" Moss frowned.

This statement was like pouring gasoline on the fire.

Nanchuan Shijue's face became even gloomier. He strode over and grabbed the parrot with a move so rough that it was frightening.

"Put it in a cage and confine it to a dark room for three days," he ordered coldly. "If it dares to hurt anyone again, I'll pluck out its beak."

The servants looked at each other.

This parrot is the young master's favorite. When it makes mistakes, he is usually scolded lightly, but never put in solitary confinement...

Moss looked at the young master's expression and immediately ordered, "Call a doctor! This parrot's beak might be carrying bacteria!"

"No need," Ning Fengsheng shook his head, "Just rinse with water. We should go to the hospital, grandma is waiting..."

"Treat the wound." Nanchuan Shijue's face looked extremely ugly.

"Miss Si, just listen to the young master. A few minutes won't delay anything."

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The sanatorium is built halfway up the mountain. The white buildings are hidden in the maple forest, looking more like a luxury resort than a hospital.

The elevator went directly to the VIP ward on the top floor. The corridor was full of doctors and nurses, who all saluted when they saw Nanchuan Shijue.

"Mr. Nanchuan," the attending physician came forward, "The old lady's condition is not optimistic, but she insisted on waiting for Miss Ning..."

"Mr. Ning has high blood pressure. It's better not to let him see this scene... Young Master, should we notify the Ning family?"

"They don't deserve it." Nanchuan Shijue said coldly.

"Miss Si, let's go in."

Ning Fengsheng's heart tightened.

Tears filled her eyes, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, and pushed open the door.

The ward is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the mountains.

Various instruments surrounded a bed on which lay an extremely thin old man.

Under the oxygen mask, Mrs. Ning's face was like a wrinkled piece of parchment.

There was a faint floral scent in the air, the bed sheets were clean, and the old man was tidy. It was obvious that he was being well taken care of.

The attending physician said that he had been giving the old man pain-relieving injections to ensure that he suffered less from the pain.

Ning Fengsheng's legs felt weak. She felt like she didn't recognize the person on the hospital bed anymore. In just one year, her grandmother had become so thin that she was unrecognizable...

"Is it... Shengsheng...?"

Seeing Ning Fengsheng, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

She raised her hand weakly, her lips trembling as she tried to speak.

"Grandma!" Ning Fengsheng's heart ached. She rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. "I'm Shengsheng. I'm here to see you..."

She held the old man's dry hand and felt his weak pulse.

Old Mrs. Ning looked at her with pity, her lips moving as if she had a thousand words to say.

The electrocardiogram was beeping loudly.

Ning Fengsheng was frightened and gently comforted her: "Grandma, don't get excited... Speak slowly, I'm listening..."

Old Mrs. Ning patted her hands and shifted her gaze behind her.

Nanchuan Shijue's icy breath leaned over him.

Old Mrs. Ning smiled and took his hand, using all her strength to place his hand on Ning Fengsheng's.

"Shengsheng..." The old man said weakly, "Mr. Nanchuan is... a good man... you must... cherish him..."

I never thought that one day I would hear these words from my grandma.

I used to think that Nanchuan Shijue would only scare them and annoy them...

There was never any attempt to smooth over the relationship between him and the old man.

Nanchuan Shijue only took one year to eliminate the prejudice.

Ning Fengsheng's tears fell on the three people's folded hands, and she choked with sobs: "Grandma... I will."

The old man continued with difficulty: "With Mr. Nanchuan... taking care of you... Grandma... you can rest assured..."

"No!" Ning Fengsheng shouted uncontrollably, "Grandma, don't leave Shengsheng!"

She threw herself into the old man's arms, but was horrified to find that the body was terribly light, as if only a layer of skin was left covering the bones.

Grandma stroked her hair gently, her eyes full of nostalgia: "Shengsheng, don't cry... Grandma still wants to... see you get married... see you give birth to... a baby..."

"Then grandma, please get well soon. Grandma said she would stay with Shengsheng for the rest of her life. Grandma... Grandma?"

The heart monitor sounded a shrill alarm.

The undulating green line gradually straightened into a ruthless straight line.

Grandma pursed her lips and closed her eyes with a smile.

Ning Fengsheng's world collapsed.

She wanted to grab the hand that was getting colder, but was grabbed from behind by Nanchuan Shijue.

"Let me go!" She struggled and screamed, her nails scratching five bloody marks on his wrist, "Grandma! Grandma, wake up!"

Doctors and nurses rushed in to confirm the time of death.

Nanchuan Shijue's chest was pressed against her back, and his heartbeat could be heard through the fabric, steady and strong.

"Stop it." His voice was hoarse unlike usual, but his palm gently pressed the back of her head and buried her in his arms that smelled of cigar.

"Didn't you say there were still three days left...didn't you say you were waiting for me...why..."

"Mrs. Ning's health has long been failing, but she was obsessed with wanting to take her last breath. She wanted to see Miss Ning for the last time. Now that she has seen you, her wish has been fulfilled..." Moss was surprised by Ning Fengsheng's expression. Her acting skills were too good, it was almost like...she was acting as herself.

"Let me go, I want my grandma..." Ning Fengsheng stubbornly tried to throw himself on the hospital bed.

But those big hands held her tightly like an iron hoop.

"Take care of the funeral," he ordered, his voice terrifyingly calm. "According to the highest standards."

"Yes, Master," Moss replied respectfully, "Old Madam Ning's funeral will be dignified and magnificent."

"You're lying, don't... Grandma isn't dead yet..." Ning Fengsheng cried frantically, the world spinning. "Where are they going to push Grandma? Nanchuan Shijue, please take care of them, please stop them..."

She hadn't seen her grandmother enough, but the doctor had already pulled up the white sheet... She hadn't had much time to talk to her grandmother...

Moss looked at Ning Fengsheng in surprise. She was so sad that she almost fainted.

No matter how you look at it...it doesn't look like he's pretending!