“Grandpa, don’t keep Chef Liu busy. I’m here today because I have something very important to discuss.” Liu Qingmei supported him, then pulled Ye Xingchen along: “Grandpa, this is Ye Xingchen. I met her on the plane.”
"You met on the plane?" Chang Zhen was slightly taken aback, looked at Ye Xingchen with some doubt, and nodded mechanically: "Hello, hello."
"Hello, Elder Chang." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and extended his hand: "Ye Xingchen."
"Chang Zhen." Chang Zhen hesitated for a moment, shook hands with Ye Xingchen, and then looked at Liu Qingmei with a puzzled expression: "Qingmei, what's going on? This young man..."
“It’s like this, Grandpa. He’s a very skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor,” Liu Qingmei explained. “I invited him over to give you a check-up, since you’ve been sick for so many years and we haven’t had a good solution.”
"Haha, so that's how it is. Then this young man must be a doctor. If you've taken a liking to him, his medical skills must be excellent. Come, please." Chang Zhen laughed heartily, "Boss, bring out my best wine and treat Mr. Ye properly."
“Yes, Dad, Mr. Ye, please.” Chang Wentong nodded politely to Ye Xingchen.
"Let's not drink for now. I'm here to treat Elder Chang's illness. We'll drink after we've resolved his condition," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"Get well before you drink? Well then, young man, you probably won't be able to drink tonight." Chang Zhen said with a smile, "I've had this illness for five years. I have a huge appetite, but the more I eat, the thinner I get."
At this point, Chang Zhen patted his stomach and said, "Speaking of this makes me hungry again. Quickly get me something to eat, a few braised pork hocks, hurry up."
“Okay, Dad, don’t worry, I’ll have someone arrange it right away,” Chang Wentong said quickly.
A moment later, five or six braised pork knuckles were placed on the table in the villa's living room.
Meanwhile, the old man, who was so thin he was almost skin and bones, was holding a braised pork knuckle and eating it with gusto.
He grabbed a pork knuckle in his hand, started gnawing on it, and finished it off in less than five minutes. Then he dropped the bone, grabbed another pork knuckle, and started gnawing on it again.
Watching him wolf down his food, in less than an hour, all six pork knuckles were devoured.
After putting down the last bone, Old Chang licked the remaining flesh off his fingers with lingering satisfaction: "Alright, that's about enough. I was starving just now."
"Dad, the pastry chef recently developed a new cake. Would you like some?" Chang Wentong asked.
"Okay, okay, have some." Old Chang nodded hurriedly.
Ye Xingchen was speechless. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't imagine that a thin old man, almost skin and bones, could eat so much.
His stomach seemed to be outside his own; he ate so much but his stomach didn't swell at all, and judging from his appearance, he could probably still eat more.
"Mr. Ye, you flatter me." Seeing the strange look in Ye Xingchen's eyes, Old Chang said somewhat embarrassedly, "I've had this strange illness for several years now. I always feel hungry and can't seem to get enough to eat."
"It's nothing, Elder Chang, you're just sick. A normal person wouldn't be like this," Ye Xingchen smiled.
"Ye Xingchen, what exactly happened to my grandfather?" Liu Qingmei couldn't help but ask.
"I am sick, but it's not an ordinary illness," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
Hearing him say that, Liu Qingmei wanted to roll her eyes at him again. What he was saying was utter nonsense.
It's not that they're sick. Who in their seventies would do that? Who can eat five or six braised pork knuckles in one sitting, and also a big piece of cake?
"What exactly is this illness? Do you have any way to cure it? What will happen if this continues?" Liu Qingmei asked several questions that had been buried in her heart.
"Don't worry, let me think about what to do." Ye Xingchen stared at Chang Zhen for a while, then relaxed his brows and said, "Old Chang, do you drink?"
“You have to drink three to five catties a day, otherwise your stomach will hurt and no amount of food will help,” Old Chang said, nodding.
"He enjoys good food and wine." Ye Xingchen noted this characteristic and said with a smile, "There is a way, but the method is a bit special. I don't know if you would be willing to try it."
"Tell me first what the consequences will be if my grandfather continues like this," Liu Qingmei couldn't help but ask.
"Okay, Mr. Chang is getting old. Too much alcohol and sugary oil will overwhelm his heart and stomach, especially if he eats without restraint. It will damage his internal organs."
Ye Xingchen said, "If I'm not mistaken, Elder Chang's health has been deteriorating over the years. This is the result of his unrestrained eating and drinking. Although eating and drinking can satisfy his appetite, his body will not be able to withstand it in the long run."
"Therefore, this illness has reached a point where it absolutely must be treated, and it cannot be delayed. If it is delayed, it could take anywhere from six months to three months for Mr. Chang to..."
"My dad is perfectly healthy, don't talk nonsense." Chang Wentong was getting a little anxious. If Ye Xingchen hadn't been invited by his niece, he might have even turned against Ye Xingchen.
The old man can eat and drink well and is in good health. Isn't Ye Xingchen cursing the old man to die by saying that?
"President Chang, don't worry, I'm not cursing the old man." Ye Xingchen said seriously, "The old man's face shows signs of decline, and he is already close to the point of the five signs of decay."
"So when I say that if the old man's illness is not cured, it will take at most six months, or at least three months, it's not nonsense. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
Everyone in the room fell silent, but Old Chang laughed a few times: "What are you all doing? Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate."
“I’m 78 years old this year, which is considered old age. So what if I die? I’ve lived a very exciting life. If I die, I die.”
"Qingmei... I can't let you go. The curse that's been weighing on you hasn't been lifted yet. Those shameless elders of the Liu family are willing to sacrifice you for the future of the Liu clan..."
Old Chang grabbed Liu Qingmei's hand: "It's a pity I can't lift the knife anymore, otherwise... I would definitely go to the old ferry to fight that thing to the death. Damn it, what kind of thing is it, daring to make a move on my granddaughter."
"Grandpa..." Liu Qingmei finally couldn't hold back her tears. She grabbed the old man's hand and cried uncontrollably, "Why are you still worried about me at a time like this?"
"Dad... I'll go call Wenhu and Wenbao back." Liu Wentong's eyes were also red.
"What are you yelling about? I'm not dead yet!" The old man glared at the two of them.
"Ahem, well, gentlemen..." Ye Xingchen couldn't help but cough lightly, "I only said that the old man has six months to live, but I didn't say that I couldn't cure him. I just said that I have a solution, but I'm afraid you can't accept it."
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