Chika led her to the second floor. Kamiya Kiku's room was on the second floor. Downstairs, Ye Qingqing saw her children again, and the aunt who had been arguing with her rolled her eyes at her several times.
The others sat quietly, the atmosphere was heavy, and their expressions were solemn. It seemed that they still had feelings for their father, Yoshihisa Kamiya, except for that aunt. She didn't seem to have any feelings for her father at all, and she even had the energy to roll her eyes at him!
Ye Qingqing sneered, gave the middle finger to the aunt, and then added a single word, "shit!"
She's not easy to talk to; if you roll your eyes at her, she'll yell at you!
The woman's expression changed drastically, and she was about to start cursing when a man stopped her. The man was about the same age as the woman and looked somewhat like Chika. He was probably the eldest son of Kamiya Yoshihisa and was very authoritative. He shut the woman up with just one look and rolled his eyes at her a few more times.
Ye Qingqing hadn't paid attention to these people until now that she knew their identities. She took the opportunity to observe them carefully as she went up the stairs. There were five siblings, with the aunt being the eldest, and the other four being men, the youngest of whom was at least forty or fifty years old.
What caught her attention was the youngest one, sitting alone on the sofa in the corner, looking out of place with his older siblings, and exuding a gloomy aura that made people feel uncomfortable.
As if sensing Ye Qingqing's gaze, the man raised his head, met her eyes briefly, quickly looked away, and then lowered his head again.
Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. She could clearly sense the panic in the man's eyes, and his fists were unconsciously clenched, his back was ramrod straight, indicating that the man was very nervous at the moment.
What is he nervous about?
Ye Qingqing didn't have time to think about it, because she had already climbed the stairs. She followed Qianhe to see Kamiya Kiku and asked about the old thief.
"Father is in good spirits. He even drank half a bowl of millet porridge last night. I think he will definitely pull through!" Qianhe was very happy and full of confidence, and he was also very grateful to Ye Qingqing.
Ye Qingqing frowned. This didn't sound like good news at all. This old thief was quite resilient and actually survived.
Chiga pushed open the door, and there lay quietly on the bed, fast asleep.
"Why is Father still sleeping? He's been sleeping all morning. Should I wake him up?" Qianhe found it strange. He checked on his father every hour and he had been sleeping the whole time. How could he have been sleeping for so long?
"No need to wake him, I'll just check him like this. How long has Mr. Kamiya been sleeping?"
Ye Qingqing had a strange feeling. She approached the bed, intending to take the old thief's pulse first and inquire about the situation. Late-stage cancer patients are usually unable to sleep soundly, so it was really strange that this old thief was sleeping so soundly.
"It's been at least four hours. The nurse said my father was asleep at five o'clock. I got up at seven and came to check on him twice. He's been sleeping the whole time, right now. Miss Ye's treatment seems to be very effective. My father hasn't slept so soundly in a long time!" Qianhe was full of admiration for Ye Qingqing. Just one treatment had made her father much better. Chinese medicine is indeed amazing.
Ye Qingqing frowned even more. How could she possibly sleep for only four hours?
Something's not right.
She grasped Kamiya Kiku's withered hand, icy cold, chilling like a corpse. Ye Qingqing's heart sank. She checked his pulse, and sure enough...
That old scoundrel is dead.
Ye Qingqing turned Kamiya Kiku's body over. His expression was peaceful, as if he were asleep. No wonder Chiga didn't notice anything.
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