The old butler’s question, which resembled an interrogation, made Su Yunling and the others turn their heads to glance at him.
Su Yunling had already heard this question the previous day, overhearing it from Madam Yun.
It seed to be a misunderstanding regarding the relationship between Old Fu and the child.
Before Gu Zhiqi could say anything, Su Yunling stepped forward to block the old butler’s gaze toward Gu Zhiqi and said unhurriedly, "This child is shy. Uncle Lin, if you have any questions, just ask ."
The old butler was eagerly waiting for Gu Zhiqi’s answer, but what he got instead was Su Yunling’s statent.
If it were Tang Yichen or Jin Cengran speaking, the old butler wouldn’t think much of it.
But since it was Young Master Su who spoke, with an undertone of protection for the young girl, the old butler froze in surprise.
Could it be that he got it wrong?
Was the young girl not with the young master but with Young Master Su?
"Uncle Lin, go ahead and do your tasks. We’ll go up and see grandfather ourselves." At this mont, Fu Xiyan spoke up.
The old butler, still slightly bewildered, nodded instinctively at Fu Xiyan’s words, "Oh, alright, young master, go ahead."
Then, the old butler stood in the middle of the living room, watching them go upstairs.
**
Outside of Old Master Fu’s room stood two burly ancient martial artists, while inside, there was no one.
On the bed lay an elderly man with snow-white hair and deeply etched wrinkles that obscured his features, making it hard to tell if his eyes were open or closed.
Fu Xiyan led the way into the room, cautiously called out, "Grandfather?"
The person on the bed slightly turned his head, allowing Fu Xiyan to confirm that he was indeed awake.
"Ah... Ah Yan," Old Master Fu stuttered, calling out Fu Xiyan’s na with difficulty when he saw him.
Fu Xiyan sat at the bedside, reaching out to hold the old man’s hand, "Grandfather, are you feeling any better today?"
"Good, good." Old Master Fu replied, squinting his eyes and repeating the word ’good’ twice.
"Grandfather Fu, it’s Ah Chen, I’m here to see you too," Tang Yichen quickly approached the bedside, waving his hand at Old Master Fu.
Upon seeing Tang Yichen, Old Master Fu continued to squint and kept saying ’good’, though his trembling hands and lips expressed his excitent.
There were faint tears at the corner of his eyes.
Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi spoke up, "If possible, try not to get him too excited."
The cool, serene voice resonated in the room, breaking the originally warm scene.
At this point, Fu Xiyan rembered that they were here to treat grandfather’s illness.
"Grandfather, this ti I’ve brought a little divine doctor whose dical skills are remarkable, let her take a look at you." Fu Xiyan said, getting up from the bedside and looking at Gu Zhiqi, "Xiao Qi, please."
Gu Zhiqi gave a slight nod and walked to the bedside, sitting down.
Old Master Fu had long stopped holding any hope for so-called divine doctors.
After all, even Ling Wanrong, the Alliance Hierarch of the Immortal dical Alliance, couldn’t diagnose his illness.
He didn’t believe anyone in this world could surpass Ling Wanrong in dical skills.
But since it was soone his eldest grandson had invited, it was a gesture of care and he intended to cooperate, thinking it wouldn’t hurt.
However, when Old Master Fu saw Gu Zhiqi’s appearance, he almost recovered on the spot out of sheer shock.
What was his eldest grandson thinking?
The divine doctors he kept finding seed younger and younger.
Last ti, it was a lad in his twenties, and now, this one... Looks like a teenager?
He might as well attempt curing himself.
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