Xiang Zhilan couldn't argue with him, so she smiled helplessly and was about to change the subject when Luo Zhenxian suddenly coughed for a while, and the coughing became more and more intense.
She quickly got up, patted his back, and called for Uncle De to come over.
Upon hearing this, Uncle De quickly took the medicine into the toy room and was about to give it to Luo Zhenxian.
Luo Zhenxian finally managed to stop coughing, but his spirits were low, and he slumped against the back of his chair, looking rather listless.
Uncle De pushed him to rest, and Xiang Zhilan handed the two little ones to the maid and hurriedly followed, helping Uncle De to take care of him to bed.
Not long after, the doctor arrived and, after an examination, gave Luo Zhenxian an injection.
After watching Luo Zhenxian fall asleep, Xiang Zhilan tiptoed out of the room. Seeing Uncle De, who had seen the doctor off, return, she asked, "What's wrong with Grandpa? He was perfectly fine before I left."
"Actually, it's nothing much. You know the old man's age. At this age, birth, aging, illness, and death are all normal." Although Uncle De said this, his eyes were red, and he lowered his voice to say, "The doctor said the old man has at most three months left."
Xiang Zhilan gasped. Her grandfather only had a few months left to live. No wonder he had said those things to her earlier, like he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stay with them.
“Master doesn’t want Miss to know, so it’s best if you pretend you don’t know.” Uncle De sighed softly and said, “He talks to me about it every day, and the thing he’s most worried about is you.”
Xiang Zhilan's eyes welled up with tears. Having spent so much time together and Luo Zhenxian had been so good to them, it was hard not to feel a pang of sadness in her heart.
"I understand." She nodded to Uncle De, then turned and went back into Luo Zhenxian's room.
She sat down on the edge of his bed, tucked the blanket around him, and looked at him with red eyes.
The old man always seemed energetic and full of vigor in front of her, so she really thought he was in good health. She never expected that his time would be so short. She thought he would at least be able to see the two little ones go to school.
Time is truly merciless when it comes to age. Even if you were once in a high position and full of vigor, you are now just like any other old person, with your physical functions slowly declining, leading to illness and death from old age.
Xiang Zhilan looked at him for a long time before Luo Zhenxian slowly opened his eyes. She immediately forced a smile and said, "Grandpa, you're awake."
"I'm fine, I just have a bit of a cold and cough, you don't need to worry," Luo Zhenxian reassured her.
Xiang Zhilan nodded and asked him if he wanted some water. When he nodded, she helped him up to drink.
Luo Zhenxian leaned against the headboard, his complexion slightly better, but his voice was still weak: "Zhilan, actually, Grandpa lied to you about some things, wanting you to stay by my side a little longer... cough cough..."
Xiang Zhilan gently patted him to help him catch his breath, and said softly, "Grandpa, you don't need to say anything more, I know."
"You know?" Luo Zhenxian stopped coughing and paused in surprise.
“I overheard your conversation with Uncle De more than a year ago. Shen Muzhi wasn’t with Su Yan. Su Yan was with Xin Zikai.” Xiang Zhilan smiled faintly and said, “Grandpa, you don’t need to lie to me about these things. Shen Muzhi and I ended things a long time ago. I agreed to the divorce after hearing all this.”
Luo Zhenxian was surprised that Xiang Zhilan knew so early. It seems that she really has no attachment to Shen Muzhi. That's good. Being too sentimental makes it easy to get hurt. Being more carefree will make you live more freely.
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