Chapter 1173 - 1200: Jian Family Reunion 7

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1200: Jian Family Reunion 7

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Nianyang awkwardly watched Jian Chengguang run away, and Jian Xiong apologized, "Sorry, little Chu, my grandson has been spoiled by me."

Nianyang shook her head, saying it was okay, and then asked, "Leader, weren’t you going to have me treat your wife? Where is she now, can you take me to see her?"

Jian Xiong immediately laughed, "Look at me, too focused on talking. But you’ve just arrived after a long journey, you should rest a bit before you go see her. My wife’s illness isn’t a matter of a day or two; I have patience."

You may have patience, but I don’t!

Nianyang touched the medical kit, suppressing the urgency in her heart, and gently spoke, "I don’t need to rest; I can see your wife right now."

Jian Qingqing spoke coolly, "Why are you so eager? Probably like those people who want to curry favor with our family, aiming for my grandfather’s power."

Jian Xiong said coldly, "If you can’t speak properly, get out. Little Chu was invited by me; she’s our honored guest. What kind of attitude is this!"

"Qingqing, don’t clash with your grandfather!" Liu Fanglan tugged on Jian Qingqing’s clothes, her voice suppressed, afraid her hard-fought-for daughter would be taken away by Jian Xiong.

Jian Qingqing wasn’t foolish; she knew not to anger her grandfather further. So she settled down, and Nianyang was then taken by Jian Xiong to a more quiet room in the backyard, surrounded by rose bushes.

Jian Xiong stepped forward and gently knocked on the door, a frail cough came from inside, "Come in, the door’s not locked,"

The door opened, and the interior was also simple and clean. He Zhuyu sat on the bed, covered with a coat, her face pale, cheeks sunken, resembling a skeleton, particularly heart-wrenching.

Jian Yang, Liu Fanglan, and Jian Qingqing immediately called people over, and Jian Xiong came forward, holding her shoulder, "Old woman, you’re awake, where did Aunt Zhang go?"

She breathed lightly, "I’m coughing badly; I asked her to make me some snow pear soup. What are you all doing here, be careful not to catch the illness."

Jian Xiong’s face tensed, "Old woman, what nonsense are you talking about, what illness?"

"Old man, don’t comfort me," He Zhuyu looked resigned, accepting fate,

"I know my illness well, a deep-rooted ailment over many years, seen many doctors but none could cure it, I don’t have many days left.

As you said, we’ve been through almost a lifetime together, that’s enough. I must go first, but you must stay strong and wait for little Chengguang to grow up and start a family."

"Don’t talk nonsense." Jian Xiong frowned, "Those doctors couldn’t cure you because they’re useless, incompetent, nothing to do with you.

Here, I’ve called upon a capable doctor, just like Chengguang said, a Divine Doctor who can bring back the dead. She’s here, and your illness will be cured."

Nianyang then stepped forward, her eyes lowered, "Hello, madam, I am Chu Nianyang."

"What a beautiful girl." He Zhuyu liked Nianyang’s cultured and courteous manner right away, smiled with curved brows, her face full of wrinkles, yet carrying kindness and warmth.

"Come over, take a look."

Nianyang lifted her eyes to see He Zhuyu’s face, slightly surprised for a moment. The elderly woman’s spirit slightly resembled Shi Nuan, but upon closer inspection, not very similar...