Nie Haicheng's health was really bad. After just one walk around the greenhouse, he was already sweating and his hands and feet were shaking. If Nie Rong had not been blocking the camera for him, his embarrassed appearance would have been noticed by the audience long ago. A quarter of an hour later, Lin Dan came to the rescue and said, "Just now the old man said he had something urgent to do. Now it's almost twelve o'clock, so I won't keep you any longer."
"Okay, then I'll be leaving first. If you change your mind and want to sell the orchids, please let me know." Nie Haicheng said goodbye politely and was helped by his grandson into the car. However, when he took a step forward, he staggered for some reason and almost fell.
Nie Rong was so anxious that his face turned red, but some people with ulterior motives stared at the computer screen and sneered with complacency.
"I'm fine. I'm old and my eyesight isn't good, so I didn't see there was a footrest here." Nie Haicheng turned around and smiled at Lin Dan, looking in good condition.
Lin Dan nodded and said, "Take care, old man."
The car sped away. After leaving Xiaotian Village, Nie Haicheng immediately opened the wooden box and took out a pill the size of a broad bean.
Nie Rong hesitated and said, "Grandfather, do you really want to take these medicines? What if there is human flesh and rat shit in them?" When he said this, his Adam's apple moved and he felt like vomiting again.
After flying for several hours, riding in the car for several hours, staying in the cabin for an hour, and walking around the greenhouse a few times, Nie Haicheng's body could no longer bear it. His face was pale as gold paper, he was panting like a cow, and his chest was heaving violently, as if his heart would explode at any time. He wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth he let out a breath of foul air.
The foul air was tainted with the smell of rotting internal organs, and it made Nie Rong's eyes red. He didn't mind that his grandfather smelled bad, because he knew that only people who were dying would smell like that. Their bodies had already begun to decompose and rot from the inside, and this was a fact that no medical technology could change.
People will die when they get old. This is a natural law that cannot be violated.
"Uncle Li, please drive faster!" Nie Rong shouted anxiously, then hugged his grandfather's frail body and encouraged him: "Grandpa, please hold on for a while, we will be back soon. I will give you a ventilator, please open your mouth."
When people are about to go into shock, they will unconsciously clench their teeth, so Nie Haicheng had no idea how to open his mouth. He stared at the pill in his hand, his eyes full of the desire to survive. Nie Rong couldn't bear it, so he took out a pill, pried open his teeth and forced the pill into his mouth, then slowly fed him water. I don't know what the pill was made of. Not long after it entered my mouth, it turned into brown liquid and slid down my throat into my stomach.
Nie Haicheng closed his eyes and seemed to relax, but his body was still twitching. Nie Rong took out his cell phone and called his trusted subordinates, asking them to send a helicopter to pick up the people.
The news of my grandfather's serious illness was leaked by his private doctor, and even his medical records and treatment records were sold to some people with ulterior motives. So when traveling, Nie Haicheng would not allow his grandson to bring medical staff with him no matter what. However, this is an emergency situation and Nie Rong no longer cares about what the outside world will speculate. He just wants his grandfather to be alive.
The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. As soon as the person on the other end said "Hello", an old but strong hand grabbed Nie Rong's wrist and forced him to hang up the phone.
Nie Rong was startled and looked back to find that his grandfather was fine. He was drinking a bottle of mineral water and then let out a long sigh. This sigh carried a strong smell of medicine, which completely diluted the stench in his body.
"Grandpa, are you, are you okay?" Nie Rong couldn't believe his eyes. Whenever my grandfather had an attack, he would be admitted to the ICU, and he had been issued a critical illness notice several times. Over the years, he has lost count of how many times he has accompanied his grandfather to the hospital. But this time, my grandfather didn't have to wear an oxygen mask, have a dialysis tube, or even go on an operating table. He just took one pill and recovered completely. It was simply a miracle.
"Butian Pills, this name is very powerful, and the effect is even more powerful!" Nie Haicheng unscrewed another bottle of mineral water and sighed, "This medicine is like a ball of fire, burning from my stomach into my limbs and blood. Feel it, my hands are very hot now, I have to take off a piece of clothing."
It was only late autumn and the temperature was still around ten degrees Celsius, not completely cold. Nie Haicheng had already put on a down jacket and thermal underwear, and the air conditioner was on in the car. Because his vitality had been cut off, his blood gradually grew cold and could no longer provide him with any heat. But now, his cheeks were very rosy and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but it was not because he was weak, but because too much intense anger was constantly washing over his limbs.
Nie Rong reached out and touched it, and found that his grandfather's fingertips, which were always cold, were actually very warm.
"Don't take off your clothes, be careful of catching a cold! You'll have to go to the ICU if you catch a cold!" Before Nie Rong finished speaking, Nie Haicheng had already taken off his down jacket and was shaking his arms and laughing: "Xiao Rong, your grandpa has never felt so comfortable! The Bu Tian Pills can really mend the broken sky, what do you think the Da Zao Pills can do? Give me the phone number, I'll go and urge them again."
Nie Rong handed over the phone stupidly.
Nie Haicheng repeatedly instructed several confidants to find all the medicines as soon as possible, and finally said slowly: "Don't wait until your Aunt Lin has prepared all the medicines before we express our gratitude. That would be too rude. From now on, you should provide Bai Zhilan with whatever resources you have. Do you understand?"
Nie Rong was about to nod, but Nie Haicheng changed his mind and waved his hand, saying, "No, we can't just send all the resources to them. We have to send the best. Choose carefully before sending them, don't embarrass them."
"Grandpa, I understand. As long as our Nie family survives, I will ensure that Bai Zhilan will not be bullied by anyone in the entertainment industry." Nie Rong said as if he was swearing an oath.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that Chinese medicine could be so magical. It was just a pill, but my grandfather acted like he had taken an elixir. If the Dazao Pill was made, what would be the effect? I'm still young, can I eat it? How long can I live if I keep taking medication while I am healthy?
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but they did not prevent him from putting Lin Dan at the top of his list of key friends to make. Everything in this world can be bought with money except life. But what would you do if there was someone who could give you a second, third, or even countless new lives?
Of course, she should be worshipped as a god! Thinking of this, Nie Rong frowned, and was actually a little annoyed that he had not been respectful enough to Lin Dan in the cabin. If he had known that she was a person of real ability, he would have adopted the most humble attitude as soon as he entered the door.
Nie Haicheng saw through his mind, and while drinking water comfortably, he chuckled and comforted him: "Don't think about it, your Aunt Lin values her daughter the most. If you treat Bai Zhilan better, she will appreciate your kindness without you having to deliberately try to get close to her."
"I understand, Grandpa. If I remember correctly, the Chinese Golden Melody Awards ceremony will be held in a few days. Bai Zhilan seemed to have been nominated before, but was later squeezed out due to too much negative news. I will call the organizing committee and ask them to be fair and just." Nie Rong took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
He was right to use the word "fair and just" to describe Bai Zhilan's nomination. Bai Zhilan has been in the industry for three years and her album sales have already exceeded one million, which is unique in today's extremely depressed record industry. If she can't win the "Most Popular Female Singer of the Year Award", who else can win it? Her disadvantage is that she has no backing, her character is too straightforward, and she doesn't know how to work hard.
Nie Haicheng didn't care about the superficial things and said directly: "Tell the organizing committee that if Bai Zhilan doesn't win the Queen of Songs Award, our Nie Group will stop all sponsorship."
Nie Rong readily agreed.
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Bai Zhilan had just untied the knot in her heart and before she had time to get along well with her mother, she was taken out by An Lang. She felt very uncomfortable. The mountain road was still muddy. She walked with one foot high and one foot low, looking a little depressed.
An Zishi stayed by her side, contrary to his usual behavior, supporting her waist and holding her arms from time to time, fearing that she would fall. Seeing a steep slope ahead, he immediately squatted down and said softly, "Lanlan, come up. I'll carry you."
Bai Zhilan finally woke up and asked in shock, "What did you call me?"
"Can't I call you Lanlan?" An Zishi added seriously, "That's what all your fans call you."
"You are not my fan! Oh, I get it, are you sympathizing with me? I have depression, not a terminal illness. You know, I'm much better now. My mother has not abandoned me all these years. She has always been thinking about me and loving me. She climbed out of the quagmire for me and became extremely strong. Whenever I think of this, I don't hate myself at all. I don't want to pick mushrooms, I want to go home to be with her." Bai Zhilan's eyes turned red again as she spoke.
An Zishi sighed, then held the back of her head with his palm and comforted her: "Don't cry, I don't sympathize with you, I just purely like you." This was the first time he expressed in front of the camera that he liked a girl. But the strange thing is that his fans don't mind it. As long as you have seen the scene of Bai Zhilan and Lin Dan talking and hugging each other, no one can hate this girl who has thorns on the outside but flowers blooming on the inside.
An Lang stood on the steep slope and shouted, "An Zishi, what happened to Lan Lan?"
Bai Zhilan forgot to cry and asked shyly, "Why does even Mr. An call me Lanlan?"
"Don't call me Mr. An, call me Uncle An. Come up, I'll pull you up." An Lang stretched out his hand.
Bai Zhilan bypassed An Zishi and climbed up the steep slope with the help of An Lang. When she got closer, she turned off the radio and asked in a low voice: "Uncle An, why did Mr. Nie come to see my mother? Will it cause trouble for my mother?"
"It's okay, you have to trust your mother. And I'm still here, I won't let anything happen to you." An Lang rubbed Bai Zhilan's head with a very gentle smile.
[Ahhhhh!] Mr. An smiles so sweetly! Looking at his fatherly eyes, he truly treats Bai Zhilan as his own daughter, right? 】
[An Zishi told jokes and served as a crutch along the way, and he treated Bai Zhilan like his own sister. I'm so envious of Bai Zhilan, she suddenly has so many relatives! 】
The audience held their faces as they watched this scene, and their hearts felt melted.
Bai Zhilan's heart also trembled violently, but she did not show it. She has never known what fatherly love is. If there really is such a thing as fatherly love in the world, it is probably a hand reaching out to you in the mud; or an infinitely tolerant smile coupled with a firm "I am here", right?
She lowered her head and wiped her tears quietly, but An Chongying rubbed the back of her head a few more times.
Just at this moment, Xiao Guo ran over quickly with a cell phone and shouted crazily: "Sister Zhilan, hahahahaha, you're shortlisted, the organizing committee called to ask you to attend the award ceremony, hahahaha..."
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