Chapter 140 I Said, Get Out

Three hours later, the plane landed at Kyoto Airport.

After getting off the plane, everyone got on a car heading to the Ning family's old house.

Along the way, Jia Luo looked up from time to time out of the car window. The familiar yet unfamiliar street scenes flashed by, and her little hand gently stroked Dahua's back.

Soon, the car stopped in front of an ancient and elegant house. Ning Qinghe got out first, and everyone followed quickly.

As soon as you step into the yard, you can smell the scent of medicine in the air.

Walking into the inner room, I saw Grandpa Ning lying on the sickbed. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, and the heart rate monitor next to him was ticking regularly.

A beautiful woman saw them coming in and quickly stood up and asked, "Qinghe, what is this...?"

Ning Qinghe at this moment no longer had the easy-going attitude she had in front of others.

He said coldly: "Please invite someone to see a doctor for Grandpa!"

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "Qinghe, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but look at this group of people, who looks like a doctor? And they're bringing a child with them, have you been fooled?"

Ning Qinghe glanced at him when he heard this and said in a cold voice, "Get out!"

When the beautiful woman heard this, her face turned pale and red, and her chest heaved violently, obviously she was very angry.

She pointed at Ning Qinghe with trembling fingers: "You... you are such a rebellious thing, how can you treat your elders like this? I am your mother!"

"My mother died a long time ago, who do you think you are!" Ning Qinghe's eyes were filled with hatred, and his gaze was directed straight at the beautiful woman in front of him.

The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Jia Luo stood aside, her mouth slightly open, watching the scene in astonishment. She had never seen Third Brother like this before.

Dahua curled up in Jialuo's arms, making low sobbing sounds in her throat.

The beautiful woman seemed to have all her strength drained away. She swayed and looked at Ning Qinghe in disbelief. Her eyes instantly turned red and her voice became a little sad: "You...how can you say that? I raised you with so much hardship..."

Before the woman could finish, Ning Qinghe continued, "I said, get out!"

The woman was choked and speechless, her lips trembling. After a long while, she glared at Ning Qinghe, turned around and walked out.

After she left, Ning Qinghe turned around and looked at the people behind him. He forced an apologetic smile on his face, but that smile was filled with deep fatigue: "Sorry, I embarrassed you."

Wan Yan walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Third Brother, don't say that!"

"Yes, yes, Third Brother, it's okay. We must save Grandpa Ning first." Jia Luo blinked and said in a baby voice.

Ning Qinghe took a deep breath and nodded heavily, as if to shake off all the negative emotions. He looked at Jialuo with trust in his eyes: "Luluo, it all depends on you. Just tell me what you need."

"Third Brother, let me check Master Ning's pulse first."

Jia Luo's childish voice rang out, and she climbed up to the edge of the bed with great effort. She placed her small hand on the old man's wrist, closed her eyes slightly, and concentrated on feeling his pulse.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that the only sounds left were the ticking of the instrument and Carlo's soft breathing.

After a moment, Jialuo opened his eyes, his little face full of solemnity.

"How is it, Lolo?" Ning Qinghe asked anxiously, his voice trembling slightly.

Jia Luo frowned and said in a baby voice, "Grandpa Ning is very weak, his organs are failing severely, and there is a cold accumulation in his body that blocks the circulation of Qi and blood. This illness has been delayed for a long time."

Wen Lingyue frowned slightly when he heard this, looked at Jia Luo and asked: "Lolo, are you sure?"

Jia Luo bit his lower lip and nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, she turned to look at Ning Qinghe, "Third Senior Brother, I need some medicinal herbs. Please ask someone to prepare them for me."

Ning Qinghe nodded quickly, took out his cell phone and started contacting people to prepare medicinal materials.

Jia Luo took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag, poured out a pill from it and fed it to Mr. Ning.

Wen Lingyue watched her movements and asked in a low voice: "Lolo, don't you need to grind this medicine into powder and dissolve it in water before feeding it to Grandpa Ning? Is this okay?"

Jia Luo raised his head, his eyes sparkling, full of confidence: "Dad, this medicine melts in your mouth, and the efficacy will be absorbed faster."

"Really?" Wen Lingyue asked back with a little disbelief.

Hearing this, Jia Luo pouted and said, "Dad, you don't believe me? But you can try it. This medicine is good for your health!"

As he spoke, he poured out a pill and stuffed it into Wen Lingyue's mouth before he could react.

Wen Lingyue swallowed it subconsciously. Instantly, a warm current spread from his throat and slowly flowed to his limbs. He couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, his face full of surprise: "This... Luo Luo, this medicine is really magical!"

Jia Luo laughed, his face full of pride: "I told you, Dad, this is what I made carefully. It's perfect for Grandpa Ning who is weak and has trouble swallowing. It can quickly help him replenish his energy."

"Okay, I'm going to start giving Grandpa Ning acupuncture!"

As he spoke, he took out an antique needle box from his small bag and gently opened it. A row of golden needles shining with cold light came into view.

She picked up the golden needle, disinfected it, took a deep breath, and circulated her spiritual energy.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and found an acupuncture point on Grandpa Ning's wrist. The golden needle fell steadily and penetrated accurately. With a gentle twist, a trace of spiritual energy slowly entered Grandpa Ning's body along the golden needle.

Jia Luo's technique was very skillful, without any trace of the child's panic and immaturity. As the golden needle swayed, a barely perceptible blush appeared on Grandpa Ning's originally pale face, and his breathing seemed to become a little steadier.

Then, she picked up the second gold needle and focused her eyes on the acupuncture points on Grandpa Ning's chest.

With one injection after another, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Jialuo's forehead, and his little face was tense with concentration. The room was so quiet that only the sound of his breathing could be heard.

Just when Jia Luo inserted the crucial needle, Grandpa Ning's body suddenly trembled violently and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat.

Everyone was shocked. Ning Qinghe was about to open his mouth to ask something when Grandpa Ning suddenly opened his mouth and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"Grandpa!" Ning Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, and was about to rush forward with a worried look on his face.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the house, as if someone was arguing loudly.

"Third Brother, don't worry. This is blood stasis in the body. Vomiting it out is a good thing. It means that the meridians are starting to clear up."

As she spoke, her hands kept moving, and she quickly added a few needles to several acupuncture points. Each needle was mixed with spiritual power to stabilize Grandpa Ning's qi and blood.

Ning Qinghe saw that Old Man Ning's breathing became more and more steady, and his face slowly showed a hint of life, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the noisy quarrel outside, Ning Qinghe frowned and walked out.