The old doctor stood with his hands behind his back, looking helplessly at his old friend.
"Your illness is no longer life-threatening, you should be discharged from the ICU, so don't linger here."
Grandpa Lu lay in bed, completely ignoring his old friend's words.
He kept humming, as if he was in great pain.
He said weakly and feebly, "Old Jia! Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm~"
Do you think I'm no longer capable?
Why does my head hurt so much when I wake up this morning?
I also feel dizzy, have blurred vision, and feel nauseous.
Oh no, am I going to die?
"His illness is so serious, he'll definitely need to stay in the intensive care unit for a few more days!"
If it weren't for his upbringing, which prevented Jia Songmu from rolling his eyes, he would have rolled his eyes so wide that there was no pupil in his eye socket.
This old man's illness means he no longer needs to stay in the intensive care unit.
The elderly person's blood pressure spiked for a while, which was dangerous, and that's why they were admitted to the ICU.
He could have been discharged from the intensive care unit the next day, but he stubbornly stayed there for ten days.
All patients want to be discharged; I've never heard of a patient lingering in the ICU.
Some joked, "You're that sick!"
Based on my observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, I believe your illness will be over tonight.
After all, your precious grandson will be here this afternoon.
Once you've fooled him away, your illness will be cured.
Old Master Lu: ...
He said irritably, "You already know, so what are you saying?"
After my grandson passes away, I will be discharged from the intensive care unit tonight.
You'd better leave now!
He's been his private doctor for 30 years, what doesn't he know about their family affairs?
Did it really need to be so explicit?!
Jia Songmu shook his head helplessly, "Other families fight tooth and nail over inheritance."
When you come to my house, the family property is like a hot iron pot, impossible to throw away.
If Haotian doesn't like it, then don't force him, okay? What a good kid he is, look what you've done to him.
They're even buying haunted houses now.
The family isn't short of money, and if the children don't want to inherit the family fortune, they can just wait for the next generation.
Such things are common in wealthy families: the family is not large, and there happens to be an unlucky and unambitious child.
We have no choice but to accept our fate.
In his opinion, Lu Haotian is a good kid, but his heart isn't in it.
Forcing them won't work.
How could Old Master Lu not know this principle?
But what could he do?
The reason for letting the grandson inherit the family business was to divert more of his energy, so that he wouldn't have time to think about avenging his parents.
Is that demon someone he can handle?
If it weren't for the little ancestor keeping the family in check, given the things his parents did back then that incurred the hatred of demons, the Lu family might have been ruined by those monsters.
But Jia Songmu had no idea that there were fairies in the world, and he couldn't tell him about such a thing.
He could only close his eyes and remain silent, pretending to be in a deep coma.
Jia Songmu shook his head helplessly and compromised, "Then you can stay here for now."
I'll come over later tonight to arrange a different ward for you.
After speaking, seeing that Old Master Lu had closed his eyes and remained silent, he turned and left.
As I was leaving, I ran into Lu Haotian, who had just come out of the elevator, in the hallway.
Jia Songmu deliberately raised his voice and said, "Haotian, you're here so early!"
I thought you wouldn't be here until the afternoon.
When the nurse heard that Lu Haotian had arrived, she immediately ran away quietly.
Lu Haotian nodded to his grandfather's doctor.
"Children are energetic and get up early."
So we came over a little earlier.
After all, no one can stand waking up early in the morning to find a slug with a blue, transparent body and golden patterns trembling on their bedside table.
He's not someone who's never seen the world.
This slug looks so strange; it's obviously no ordinary creature. It must be some kind of insect fairy.
I have no idea how those other insects bullied this bug.
Even he, an ordinary person, could feel the insect's deep-seated fear.
He overcame his unease and put the poor insect outside the windowsill, letting it fend for itself.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw a mischievous child and two bears and rabbits fighting over popcorn.
The three of them were fighting fiercely, scattering popcorn all over the room.
I just had someone clean it up.
Little Douding also said that you shouldn't eat cold food, as it's bad for your stomach.
The three of them put the rabbit's treat cans into the microwave.
As you can imagine, the microwave exploded.
His kitchen walls are still covered with rabbit food mud, and there's a dark, grimy countertop.
Lu Haotian, unable to bear it any longer, picked up Lu Mengmeng and spanked her.
They immediately decided to take the little one and leave home as soon as possible.
If he stayed at home any longer, he suspected that his house would be destroyed by these three troublemakers!
Based on what has happened recently, Lu Haotian felt that his little bean sprout might really be a little devil.
Maybe those two unlucky, dim-witted rabbits were caught by her too.
And there were all those insects of different shapes that he had brought over before.
Looking back now, maybe they really were all insect spirits!
But he didn't believe what Lu Mengmeng said, that she was a ten-thousand-year-old demon beast.
The little bean is so small, it looks like a baby animal.
Adult demons should at least be as tall as the Pixiu, if not as old as the Pixiu.
How could this tiny little thing, barely taller than his knees when he stands up, possibly be an adult demon?
Lu Haotian felt so tired.
My heart is so tired, so very tired.
The endless stream of insect spirits appearing around him every day made him feel that raising Lu Mengmeng, this little fairy, was equivalent to raising a million-strong army of fairies.
The problem is that the cultivation levels of this million-strong army are all too weak. They're basically just insects and rabbits.
It has no lethality whatsoever.
When Lu Haotian entered the intensive care unit of Old Master Lu, Old Master Lu was lying on the bed, barely alive, with an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.
He looked like he was on his deathbed, his time was almost up.
The old man, who used to be energetic and robust, is now lying here weak and powerless.
This made Lu Haotian feel a pang of sadness.
He put his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture to Lu Mengmeng, who was about to start babbling away.
I walked up to the old man and looked at him carefully.
She crouched down and whispered to Lu Mengmeng, "Grandpa is asleep. Let's come see him another day!"
Today is the last day of the film crew's holiday; they will be back on set tomorrow.
If I don't see Grandpa today, I guess I'll have to wait until next time.
But Grandpa is so ill now, it doesn't look like he'll wake up anytime soon.
He can only wait until next time to see him.
When Old Master Lu heard that his unfilial grandson was about to leave as soon as he arrived, he was immediately shocked.
Why don't they just sit by his side, watch his frail, sickly face, and quietly wait for him to wake up for two or three hours?
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