Qin Yu... Ji Zhinan was very familiar with this name; he was a brother that Gu Yibei had mentioned many times.
And judging from their appearance, the two have a very good relationship.
However, for various reasons, Ji Zhinan had only met Lin Que and had no contact with Qin Yu.
Of course, that shopping mall follow-up doesn't count; Ji Zhinan has no recollection of it.
"Hello, Ji Zhinan."
"Yi Bei asked me to investigate the Ji family patriarch. Coincidentally, he is currently staying in my family's hospital. Yi Bei told me to wait for you here and take you to see him."
Ji Zhinan was extremely anxious and immediately said, "Please take me there."
Qin Yu nodded: "Come with me."
………
Qin Yu led Ji Zhinan upstairs, where everything had been prepared.
Ji Zhinan felt uneasy. Looking at his retreating figure, she began, "The Ji family..."
Knowing what Ji Zhinan was worried about, Qin Yu smiled warmly: "Grandpa Ji is currently in the intensive observation room, being cared for by our professional nurses. No other members of the Ji family have arrived today. The nurses are very discreet and won't gossip."
Ji Zhinan came and went without a sound; no one else would know that she had ever been there.
His words calmed Ji Zhinan's anxious heart, and she sincerely thanked him, saying, "Thank you."
Qin Yu smiled and continued to lead the way.
Ever since he learned that the old man was ill, Ji Zhinan had been worried about his condition. But when he saw the old man, who had been healthy before, now lying on that 1.2-meter-wide hospital bed with a monitoring device next to him, Ji Zhinan was stunned.
I haven't seen you for a while, and you've lost weight, visibly so.
The old man used to have a bit of flesh on his face, but now, perhaps due to illness, he's become so thin he's just skin and bones.
His brows were always furrowed even when he was fast asleep.
Qin Yu silently left the ward, leaving the grandfather and grandson to their own devices.
The old man in the hospital bed seemed to be having a nightmare; he kept shaking his head with his mouth slightly open.
Ji Zhinan was some distance away from the old man and couldn't hear what he was saying.
She stepped forward: "Grandpa..."
But the old man was trapped in a nightmare, and he was in great pain.
"No...no..."
What do you not want?
Ji Zhinan moved closer to try and hear clearly, and the next moment she almost burst into tears.
"Nan Nan, Grandpa knows he was wrong, please don't abandon Grandpa, Nan Nan..."
My nose tingled, and my eyes also felt incredibly sore.
She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't make a sound.
Clutching the old man's thin, bony hand tightly, her voice hoarse and broken, she said, "Grandpa..."
"Nan Nan, don't abandon Grandpa..."
“Nan Nan… Nan Nan…”
Even though Grandpa Ji was so seriously ill, he only remembered Ji Zhinan, which shows how fixated he was on him.
He kept chanting, and suddenly—
"Miss Luo..."
Ji Zhinan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately looked at the old man, only to find that the old man had already opened his eyes.
His eyes were blank and somewhat empty, and I kept muttering to myself.
Clearly, he is still living in his own world and has not come to his senses.
The old man's gaze fell on Ji Zhinan, and when he saw that face, his eyes visibly lit up.
The next second, as if in a final burst of energy, the old man suddenly sat up.
"Miss Luo, Miss Luo—"
He was still calling that name, struggling to get out of bed, and Ji Zhinan couldn't stop him.
Without even wearing slippers, the old man stumbled off the hospital bed, clutching Ji Zhinan's hand tightly and refusing to let go.
He knelt on the ground, holding Ji Zhinan's hand, sobbing like a child.
"Miss Luo, you're still alive, Miss..."
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