"Son, what did they an by what they said earlier?" On the way ho, Mr. Yang asked his son. Because he had fainted imdiately after taking the dicine Luo Lan had given him, he was completely unaware of what happened afterward.
It was only when he heard Luo Feng’s apology that he realized so much had happened after his fainting. Especially the fact that his son had told the two that if sothing happened to him, they would have to be buried with him.
What kind of words are these? How can you make others bury themselves with you? Originally, he was already severely ill, always relying on dication to stay alive.
If it weren’t for Jiang Xue’s intervention, he could only live for another month or two at most. In any case, he was close to death, that was certain. How could they bla it on the young girl’s prescription, thinking that she was the one who hard him?
"Dad, I know I was wrong. I was just anxious then, that’s why I said such things. But don’t worry, I’m not ignorant of the law, I wouldn’t really kill them."
"Hmph, with your temperant, if I really died, you might have actually let them bury themselves with us."
The son felt a bit embarrassed, chuckled awkwardly twice, and dared not speak further.
The elder didn’t keep harping on the issue. He felt tired, so he leaned back and closed his eyes to rest. Seeing this, the son couldn’t help but speed up.
Upon returning ho, the son parked the car and was about to wake the elder, only to find that he had already opened his eyes.
"Dad, you didn’t fall asleep." The son asked with a smile.
The elder did not respond, directly opened the car door, and got out. At this ti, the butler approached to assist the elder but was avoided by him, who said, "My illness is cured, no need for help."
Saying so, he strode towards the front door, heading to his bedroom. The items in the room had been replaced, yet there was still a scent of dicine lingering due to him being bedridden for too long.
Back in the room, the elder lay down on the bed and comfortably closed his eyes. His mind at ease, he soon fell asleep.
At this ti, Jiang Xue’s phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number.
Jiang Xue hesitated for a mont before answering the call. Once connected, it turned out to be Professor Han calling. Jiang Xue was grateful to him.
Because he was the one who perford surgery on Father Jiang, curing his illness. But when Professor Han asked if it was Jiang Xue who cured Old Yang’s illness, she remained silent.
Professor Han had favored her, and she didn’t want to lie to him. But she also wanted to keep her na from spreading, fearing endless trouble later.
After all, her skill today could be considered as bringing soone back from the brink of death. If soone with ulterior motives found out, she’d be in big trouble.
If it’s just trouble, it’s manageable. The fear is that so with ill intention might plot against her.
"Jiang Xue, what’s wrong?" Professor Han inquired upon noticing her silence.
"It’s nothing." Jiang Xue snapped back to the mont, smiled, and said, "Professor Han, you should ask the patient or the patient’s family."
"I asked them, but you know, you can’t imagine that old man’s temper. If he doesn’t want to talk about sothing, nobody can do anything."
"Haha, elderly folks, their temper is just like a child’s. Maybe ask again when he’s in a better mood." Jiang Xue pushed the matter to the Yang father and son, firstly to see if they would keep their promise, and secondly to give Professor Han a way out.
"Alright, I understand!" With no useful information from Jiang Xue, Professor Han had no choice but to hang up the call.
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