Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo exchanged glances. Ninety-three years old. If Gong Yi were alive, he would be about that age.

Same age, same surname, and super rich—could it be that Gong Yi really didn't die?

Ye Qingqing's heart was pounding faster and faster, she was extremely nervous. Lu Mo gently squeezed her hand and whispered, "Calm down, you'll know the truth when you go in."

They had all seen Gong Yi's appearance before. Even though he was old and frail now, his facial features and eyebrows were still unchanged, and he could be recognized at a glance.

After crossing the lawn and garden, they finally arrived at the main house. A young man in his twenties stood at the door. He was taken aback when he saw Ye Qingqing, but quickly regained his composure and said with a smile, "Are you Dr. Ye?"

He speaks fluent Chinese, as if he grew up in China, without any awkwardness in his speech.

"Yes, I am Ye Qingqing. I have been entrusted by Dr. Bruno to examine Mr. Gongsun," Ye Qingqing said.

The young man gestured for us to come inside. “My name is Gongsun Yu. The patient is my great-grandfather. He’s upstairs. Please follow me.”

The house was decorated in an elegant and antique style. There were many calligraphy and paintings on the walls, as well as some porcelain vases. Ye Qingqing thought they were high-quality replicas. After all, no one would be willing to put real antiques in the living room. If they were damaged, she would be heartbroken.

But later she learned that all the calligraphy, paintings and porcelain vases in the living room were genuine, and even the small stool she used to rest her feet on was an antique, made of huanghuali wood. Ye Qingqing felt heartbroken every time she thought about it. Huanghuali wood was much more precious than her feet!

Finally, we met Mr. Gongsun himself on the second floor.

To Ye Qingqing's surprise, she thought she would meet a sickly old man, but Mr. Gongsun looked to be in good spirits and did not look like a 93-year-old. If it weren't for his pale face and thin body, you would not have guessed that he was that old. He was at most in his eighties.

But the old man was too old; his face was full of wrinkles, and you couldn't tell what he looked like when he was young.

“Great-grandfather, this is Doctor Ye Qingqing,” Gongsun Yu said respectfully.

The old man looked at Ye Qingqing with a dignified gaze, which was not even as cloudy as that of an ordinary old man. His imposing presence, even without anger, indicated that he was the one who had the final say at home. Even Gongsun Yu, who was already quite old, did not dare to move in front of the old man, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Dr. Ye is very young, can you really cure me?" the old man asked.

Ye Qingqing smiled and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I can't guarantee it, but I will do my best."

The old man's face suddenly darkened, and he said unhappily, "I can't guarantee why I would make you a guinea pig."

Ye Qingqing was taken aback and looked at Bruno suspiciously. At first, she thought Bruno hadn't discussed it with the patient, but she thought it was unlikely. Bruno was reliable and would definitely have made things clear beforehand. She guessed that the old man Gongsun had said it on purpose!

Although she didn't understand the old man's intentions, Ye Qingqing was unwilling to let him make trouble. She deliberately said, "Sir, I think Dr. Bruno should have made it clear to you beforehand that I have never guaranteed a cure, and I also require you to sign a waiver of liability, stating that I will not be responsible if the patient dies. If you cannot accept this, then please find another expert!"

Gongsun Yu was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to argue with the old man in front of him. He could only keep his anxiety to himself, afraid of offending Ye Qingqing and making the doctor he had finally found run away.

The old man's face was somewhat gloomy, and he looked very unhappy. Ye Qingqing wasn't afraid at all. She wasn't there to be bullied. She didn't care whether the old man treated her or not.