Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife Chapter 118: Losing Face All the Way to the Imperial City

"Haha... It’s not my accomplishnt. These people are all here out of respect for Shuo Ci."

Old Sir Gu laughed smugly again. He was too embarrassed to tell his old friends that without Su Shuochi and his granddaughter around...

...he wouldn’t even dare to step out the door alone next ti. If not for his strong ntal fortitude, he would have surely been angered to death by his adopted granddaughter this ti!

His eldest grandson fainted from anger just yesterday. He wouldn’t ntion sothing so humiliating, not even to his closest friends.

"Old Gu, are you really all better? We were specifically ordered to co and check... on your health."

Xia Qiuming said sincerely. He originally wanted to say "examine you," but saw that Old Gu was very sensitive about people saying he was sick.

He was Mr. Gu’s star pupil, and at thirty years old, he was the youngest heavyweight in the world of Western dicine. He had studied abroad for several years during the turbulent period.

He had only returned last year after completing his studies and imdiately began performing surgeries, curing countless critically ill old heroes.

Moreover, Xia Qiuming ca from an extraordinary family; his grandfather was an old hero, and his father was a hero as well.

He and He Wenyu, combining Chinese and Western dicine, were hailed as the leading Divine Doctors in the Imperial City’s dical community.

"Let’s go. We can go to my grandson-in-law’s house and you can take your ti examining . See if I’m really sick or not. Ruixian, you can stop selling savory crepes, too."

Old Sir Gu was ecstatic. It turned out the organization hadn’t forgotten about him and his son, and had even sent top-tier Divine Doctors to treat him.

"Alright, let’s go ho," said Geng Ruixian, who had been silent the whole ti.

"Old fellow, who is this?" Cheng Tao asked with a frown. He found Geng Ruixian very familiar, but the man was so thin he was unrecognizable, making it hard to get a clear look.

"His na is Geng Ruixian, son of Geng Junshan." Old Sir Gu had just been thinking about helping Geng Ruixian find his relatives.

"Geng Junshan’s son? How does he look even older than that old man?" Li An shouted boisterously.

"You’ve t my father?" Geng Ruixian didn’t mind Li An’s comnt about him looking old.

"I’ve t him a few tis. He’s been looking for you everywhere."

"Not only have we t him, but Grandpa Geng also specifically asked us to inquire about you this ti. Why haven’t you written ho?"

Xia Qiuming said, looking at the skeletal Geng Ruixian. His grandfather and Grandpa Geng were sworn brothers who had faced life and death together.

"I wrote ho before, but it was like dropping a stone into the sea. Soone must have tampered with my letters. After that, I was at death’s door and nearly died."

"Uncle Geng, is your health seriously compromised?" Xia Qiuming couldn’t read pulses; he relied on analysis from dical instrunts to diagnose a patient’s illness.

"Jiaojiao said it’s not a terminal illness, just that my body is severely depleted. She said I can fully recover just through nutritional therapy."

Geng Ruixian’s voice was sonorous, and a smile blood like a chrysanthemum on his withered, gaunt face.

"Could it be that Old Man Gu was also suffering from severe bodily depletion, leading to organ failure?" He Wenyu asked humbly.

"I don’t know the specifics. Jiaojiao never gave us any dicine to take," Old Sir Gu said without the slightest compunction.

’It was true they hadn’t taken any pills, only injections. Even though it was several vials at a ti, he really hadn’t *eaten* any dicine, so it wasn’t technically a lie.’

Geng Ruixian thought for a mont and felt that his Uncle Gu wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t taken any dicine either.

"Jiaojiao used silver needles and a cup of malted milk to pull back from the brink of death. I really didn’t take any dicine."

"Who is this Jiaojiao?" What He Shen Yi cared about most was dical skill.

"Jiaojiao is my granddaughter. That ungrateful brat from earlier is my adopted granddaughter, the one I raised by mistake..."

As he walked, Old Sir Gu told his friends about his granddaughter, leaving the group of them sighing with emotion.

"Old Guy Gu, don’t be too sad. Having a granddaughter as wonderful as Jiaojiao is heaven taking pity on you," Li An kindly comforted his friend.

"No debt from a past life, no eting in this one. To et in this life ans a debt is owed. Yueyue is the ill-fated connection I was destined to encounter in this life."

Old Sir Gu sighed emotionally. ’I’m overjoyed, why would I be sad? Which one of these old guys’ eyes sees looking upset?’

"Grandpa Gu truly lives up to his na as a leading figure in the literary world. Not only is he effortlessly eloquent, but his words are also full of philosophy."

Xia Qiuming deeply respected his ntor’s father. The old man had also taught him a great deal when he was growing up.

"Jiaojiao says that you find happiness when you learn to let things go, and you suffer when you can’t. You’re not struggling against the situation, but against your own heart.

Much of the ti, people just have to coax themselves. Once you’ve talked yourself into understanding, everything is resolved. Haha..."

The old n chatted and laughed as they made their way to the Su family’s ho. When Mrs. Gu saw her father-in-law lead the group in, she imdiately gave them a warm welco.

She and her eldest son split up to get the food, and a mont later, the table was laden with all sorts of snacks and dishes.

The Su family had plenty of food. There was frozen mung bean soup in the fridge, along with a waterlon chilling in cold water.

There were sunflower seeds, peanuts, cookies, spicy chicken feet, soy-braised pig trotters, and even ready-made cold skin noodles that Mrs. Gu knew how to prepare as a salad.

"This is the ’nutritional therapy’ you were talking about?" He Wenyu asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Haha... Who said these were supplents? These are just our usual snacks. Jiaojiao said we don’t need to avoid any foods. We eat whatever we want. Spicy, braised—we don’t abstain from anything."

Old Sir Gu laughed heartily. Throughout his life, he had always prioritized satisfying his appetite. How could he not be happy when Jiaojiao never told him to restrict his diet?

"Jiaojiao has a rule for us: we have to drink a bowl of chicken soup with ginseng at every al, and have fruit after. Other than that, we can eat whatever we want."

Geng Ruixian, being of a younger generation, kindly explained when he saw He Shen Yi’s dumbfounded expression.

He Wenyu had a sudden epiphany. No wonder the dicine he had previously prescribed for Old Man He had been useless.

’It even got worse after taking it. So it’s true that all dicine has its poisons.’

’In his decades of practice, his first thought had always been to heal the failing organs before starting nourishnt.’

’It turns out that approach was wrong!’

Li An and Cheng Tao paid no mind to the stunned He Shen Yi; they were happily munching on snacks.

So of the items they had never seen before, and Mrs. Gu told them they were homade by her daughter’s mother-in-law.

Even Xia Qiuming was eating with gusto. Enjoying cold skin noodle salad and iced mung bean soup in the middle of a hot sumr was a true pleasure.

Mr. Sheng received a call from the highest-ranking official in Qing City, informing him that several top figures from the Imperial City’s education and dical circles had arrived at their residential compound.

After hanging up, Mr. Sheng and Uncle Dong, along with relevant personnel, hurriedly drove several cars to the entrance of the compound.

"Old Sheng, look quickly, what’s that noisy crowd of people doing over there?"

Uncle Dong had sharp eyes and spotted Sheng Yueyue, so he pointed at the crowd and spoke.

If he hadn’t seen Sheng Yueyue, Uncle Dong definitely wouldn’t have bothered getting involved.

"Xiao Li, drive over and see what’s going on. Don’t let the distinguished guests see this chaotic scene."

Mr. Sheng also heard his own daughter’s screams and instructed the driver with a sense of helplessness.

’If those few professors from the Imperial City see this, it’ll be difficult for my daughter to get into a university in the Imperial City.’

Mr. Sheng still didn’t know that his daughter had been throwing her weight around using his na, embarrassing herself all the way to the Imperial City.

"SCREECH—" Xiao Li slamd on the brakes.

The mont Mr. Sheng opened the car door, he heard the crowd chattering all at once.

"General Sheng, your daughter was on the road today cursing at Grandpa Jiao Jiao and even pushed down a portly old man."

"Sheng Yueyue also angered a white-haired old man so much he nearly coughed up blood! You need to discipline her properly."

"..."

"..."

Mr. Sheng was so furious he nearly fell over backward. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Was there a young man and several elderly gentlen?"