Lin Xuan strode over.
He took Grandpa Jiang's hand and began to feel his pulse.
A layer of gravity appeared in his brows and eyes.
Jiang Yutong and Jiang Manting hadn't thought anything was wrong at first.
Ever since last time when Grandpa was critically ill and Little Xuan treated him, Grandpa's health had been quite good, and he had been eating well.
But now, seeing the gravity in Lin Xuan's expression, they couldn't help but frown.
Could there really be something wrong with Grandpa's health?
They didn't dare disturb Lin Xuan, only standing quietly to the side.
When Lin Xuan let go of Grandpa Jiang's wrist,
Jiang Manting couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lin, how is Grandpa?"
Jiang Manting really wanted to call him 'Little Xuan'.
But she had heard from Tongtong that Little Xuan didn't like them calling him that.
Lin Xuan replied, "It's not a major problem, just a bit more serious than I anticipated. The time needed to cure him will likely be longer than I planned. At least six months, maybe up to a year."
Hearing this, Jiang Yutong and Jiang Manting both let out a sigh of relief.
As long as he could be cured, it was fine.
Grandpa Jiang's attending physician, Chen Lei, rushed over hurriedly upon hearing that Lin Xuan had arrived.
This Lin Xuan's medical skills were very high, much better than his own.
He needed to learn well from Lin Xuan.
Usually, he couldn't even get an appointment with Lin Xuan. This time, since he had finally come to the old residence, he couldn't miss the opportunity.
With a beaming smile and a very good attitude, Chen Lei inquired, "Mr. Lin, I wonder if you have a treatment method for Old Master Jiang?"
"Yes."
Lin Xuan nodded. "Last time, I performed cranial surgery on him. His condition has improved and he is slowly recovering. From now on, I will come once a week to give him acupuncture and prescribe some medicine for him to take."
Lin Xuan took out the silver needles.
Chen Lei watched Lin Xuan's movements without blinking, afraid he might miss something.
He saw Lin Xuan take the silver needles out of the box one by one, inserting them into Grandpa Jiang's head, fingertips, palms, and also quite a few into his chest.
By the time he finished, Lin Xuan was covered in sweat.
"Mr. Lin, what are you...?" Chen Lei asked curiously.
Lin Xuan answered, "Grandpa Jiang currently has insufficient blood supply to his brain. I'm trying to allow blood to flow smoothly into his brain."
Actually, performing another surgery could make Grandpa Jiang recover faster.
However, Grandpa Jiang's age was too advanced. Another surgery might adversely affect his body.
That's why he chose traditional Chinese medicine treatment, aiming for a gradual recovery for Grandpa Jiang.
"So that's how it is."
Chen Lei nodded in sudden understanding.
He had always studied Western medicine and knew some traditional Chinese medicine, but wasn't proficient.
He hadn't expected traditional Chinese medicine to have such an effect. It seemed he needed to study it diligently.
Jiang Manting saw the worry in Jiang Yutong's eyes.
She comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Little Xuan's medical skills are excellent. If he says he can cure Grandpa, then he definitely can."
"Mm." Jiang Yutong nodded emphatically. "I believe in Little Xuan."
Fifteen minutes later, Lin Xuan removed all the silver needles from Grandpa Jiang's body.
Grandpa Jiang's complexion was rosy, and his vitality visibly improved.
"I feel light all over now, and my head isn't dizzy anymore," Grandpa Jiang said with a pleased expression.
He felt like he could run around a track for three days straight.
Little Xuan's medical skills were truly better than he had imagined.
Actually, these past few days, he had been experiencing intermittent headaches and dizziness. Privately, he had secretly sought out some famous doctors.
They all said there was no solution.
He could only endure, waiting until the dizziness and pain subsided before daring to come out of his room.
He hadn't expected Little Xuan to come and immediately cure his headache and dizziness problem.
He really was his precious grandson.
Perhaps he could live to see Tongtong and Tingting get married and have children, and also to see Little Xuan recognized back into the family.
"Grandpa Jiang, I'll prescribe a formula of medicine for you. Drink one dose every day for this month. After a month, I will adjust the prescription based on your recovery," Lin Xuan said.
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Little Xuan," Grandpa Jiang said quite affectionately.
Soon,
a servant, following Grandpa Jiang's instructions, handed Lin Xuan a notebook and a pen.
Lin Xuan began writing down the specific medicinal herbs and their dosages in the notebook.
Beside him, Chen Lei's brows furrowed slightly.
Mr. Lin was still calling Grandpa Jiang 'Grandpa Jiang'.
It seemed Mr. Lin had not been recognized back into the Jiang family.
Grandpa Jiang talked about Mr. Lin every day. If Lin Xuan hadn't been recognized, it probably wasn't because Grandpa Jiang didn't want to, but because Lin Xuan didn't want to.
The Jiang family had power and influence. For Lin Xuan to still want to distance himself from their kinship showed that he wasn't someone who curried favor with the powerful.
Chen Lei thought even more highly of Lin Xuan in his heart.
Old Master Su, like Chen Lei, was all smiles.
Look, Little Xuan calls him 'Grandpa Su', while for that old man Jiang, he uses the very distant 'Grandpa Jiang'.
It seemed he held a more important place in Little Xuan's heart than Old Man Jiang.
Grandpa Jiang noticed Old Master Su's provocative and smug look. He frowned.
"Old Man Su, why are you here?" Grandpa Jiang said with a cold face.
Before Old Master Su could answer, Lin Xuan spoke up, "Grandpa Jiang, I brought Grandpa Su here."
"If you don't want him to stay, I'll take him away right now."
"No, no, no."
Grandpa Jiang quickly said, "I don't mind him staying here. We are old friends of many years. Of course I welcome his visit."
He secretly glared at Old Master Su.
If Little Xuan weren't here, and if he didn't want to leave a good impression on Little Xuan, he would absolutely have kicked this Old Man Su out by now.
Recalling Lin Xuan's words just now, Grandpa Jiang felt a bit sour inside.
"Little Xuan, you call Old Man Su 'Grandpa Su'. Are you two very close?" Grandpa Jiang's voice was tinged with jealousy.
Their relationship must be good, otherwise Little Xuan wouldn't have brought this Old Man Jiang back.
"Yes, indeed quite good."
Lin Xuan nodded.
Grandpa Su was Hua's biological grandfather. He absolutely had to build a good relationship with him.
Moreover, Grandpa Su treated him quite well.
After answering, Lin Xuan began focusing intently on writing the prescription again.
Old Master Su snorted and said, "Old Man Jiang, let me tell you, Little Xuan and I have a relationship as close as real grandfather and grandson. It's something you can't envy."
Grandpa Jiang's gaze grew even more envious.
He knew Little Xuan and this Old Man Jiang were close, but he never imagined their relationship was this good.
"Is that so?" Grandpa Jiang said with a cold smirk. "But no matter how close you are like grandfather and grandson, it ultimately can't compare to the blood bond between a real grandfather and his grandson."
Old Master Su wasn't fazed at all.
What was there to be fazed about?
After all, Little Xuan had already become his grandson-in-law.
He was even living with his dear granddaughter at Night Garden now.
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