It's been about three or four months, so the body should have recovered by now. Why does this person look more haggard than before?
My grandfather is hospitalized.
The moment the boy saw Zhao Xiaoyue, a glint flashed in his eyes.
"Can you do me a favor?"
Zhao Xiaoyue: "Huh? How can I help?"
She knows a little medicine, but she's not an expert!
Regulating your body, beautifying your skin, improving blood circulation, and removing blood stasis—beauty is absolutely no problem.
She really doesn't know how to treat more serious illnesses; learning traditional Chinese medicine is really a waste of time.
"He kept saying I had no friends, and asked me to be his friend for even a few minutes!"
"It's that simple?"
Situ Ming nodded. "It's that simple."
Then, he took Zhao Xiaoyue's wrist and walked towards the elevator.
Zhao Xiaoyue felt relieved, and after a moment's thought, she said, "Hey, no, haven't we always been friends?"
"Yes, we've always been friends, but my grandfather doesn't know that."
Zhao Xiaoyue thought it was normal for the old man to worry about his grandson.
In the VIP ward on the top floor, the tubes inserted all over Wen Zhengtian's body were removed, and his condition was basically stable.
Duan Peng still feels a dull pain in his chest, only because Situ Ming didn't find Wen Zhengtian when he returned home. Under questioning, he learned about the poisoning.
Situ Ming immediately kicked Duan Peng to the ground, saying, "You didn't tell me about something this big. Do you think I'd only be qualified to know if that old man is really dead?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, young master!"
Duan Peng was speechless. Uncle Wen's illness was indeed very dangerous, and he almost couldn't be saved.
Wearing an oxygen mask, Wen Zhengtian asked, "Hasn't that brat arrived yet?"
"Young Master is on his way and will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ward door opened, and Situ Ming strode in with a cold and handsome expression. The key point was that he was dragging a little girl behind him.
The people in the room were all bewildered.
Wen Zhengtian was so shocked by what he saw that he almost sat up.
Looking at this brat holding that girl's hand, his eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions, including disappointment and frustration.
That good-for-nothing, that good-for-nothing, he's infuriating!
Seeing that the old man on the bed was about to get angry, Zhao Xiaoyue greeted him warmly, "Hello, Uncle, hello, Grandpa, my name is Zhao Xiaoyue, I'm Situ Ming's friend, hehe!"
It was the first time she met his family. She was carrying two bags of medicine, but there was nothing she could do. He grabbed her and pulled her into the elevator, giving her no chance to buy a gift.
That's the only way we can greet each other, in such an awkward way.
Situ Ming looked at Wen Zhengtian meaningfully, "This is my good friend! She's the reason I mentioned on the phone that day."
This introduction carries a certain implication.
Wen Zhengtian understood. That day, the brat called and said that even if the old man died, he would live well. He had also noticed the abnormal behavior that followed.
That bastard is as stubborn as a mule, and contrary to his usual behavior, I agreed to let him join the company...
Wen Zhengtian looked at the reserved young girl and realized, "So that's why!"
"You good-for-nothing, what are you standing there for? Go get that young lady a glass of water!"
Zhao Xiaoyue quickly waved her hand, "Thank you, thank you, no need, no need. Grandpa, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
Wen Zhengtian gestured to Duan Peng to remove the oxygen mask.
His usual dignified demeanor was completely gone. Instead, he tried his best to be like other elders, speaking to the little girl in a kind and friendly manner with a smile.
The little girl was quite polite, and I was afraid of scaring her.
"I don't have any major problems, it's just that I'm getting old and my various parts have deteriorated."
Zhao Xiaoyue sat in a chair, chatting with the old man, appearing quite old-fashioned.
At first, we talked about everyday family matters, but later we could chat about all sorts of things from all over the world.
Situ Ming leaned against the window not far away, took out a cigarette and lit it, watching the old man and the young man chatting happily, without any sense of awkwardness as if it were their first meeting.
Zhao Xiaoyue was chatting happily with the old man when she suddenly smelled a hint of smoke.
Turning her head, her bright almond-shaped eyes glared at Situ Ming, who had just taken a puff of his cigarette.
"Brother Ming, didn't you see there's an old man here? And how old are you to start smoking? This is a bad habit, you need to change it."
"Yes, I pinched it."
Situ Ming lowered his head and smiled, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray.
With his arms crossed, bathed in the winter morning light, he smiled as he looked at Zhao Xiaoyue.
Good heavens, is it really necessary to smile so alluringly?
Wen Zhengtian raised an eyebrow, not expecting this brat to have this trick up his sleeve.
"Xiaoyue, are you also in high school in Haishi?"
Zhao Xiaoyue nodded, "Yes, Haishi No. 2 Middle School, Class 1, Grade 1."
Wen Zhengtian exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, that's the most elite class among the elite classes!"
Zhao Xiaoyue modestly replied, "No, not at all. All the students in the high school are highly valued by the teachers. I just happened to be assigned to Class 1."
Before Wen Zhengtian could ask anything else, Situ Ming interrupted him, glancing at his watch. "Alright, Grandpa, she's just picking up medicine for a friend. You should rest now. You can talk another day."
Wen Zheng was furious and was about to yell at you, you brat, but when he looked at the little girl's fair face, he swallowed his words.
"Oh right, Xiaoyue, come over to our house with Tongle when you have time."
Tong Le? Situ Ming?
Situ Mingzhao then grabbed Zhao Xiaoyue's wrist, "I'll come see you again tomorrow."
Then he pulled the bewildered girl out.
They came and went in a hurry, it was all... a bit sudden.
Situ Ming pulled the person onto the elevator before letting go.
"You're going to participate in the Kyoto All-Subject Competition too?"
When he handed in the list that day, he happened to see Zhao Xiaoyue's name on it.
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