Yao Wuya lay on the bed, his gaze blank and distant.
Facing the twilight years, everyone reflects on their life, pondering over any regrets, past glories, as well as their descendants.
To others, his life was nothing short of magnificent; he single-handedly established the Yao Family, lifting them from a family of farrs to where they are today.
It could be said that he had left ninety-nine percent of his peers far behind.
Yet, in his own eyes, he considered himself a failure as a father.
Sorry to Zou Tianyu, sorry to Yao ngchen, and even more sorry to the mother of Yao ngchen.
Given another chance, he would definitely agree to Zou Tianyu’s marriage proposal from back then.
If he could continue living, he would certainly treat Yao ngchen twice as well.
Creak...
At that mont, a soft sound of a door opening ca from outside, followed by a gentle female voice entering Yao Wuya’s ears.
"Grandpa, I’m here to see you."
Pulled out of his reverie, Yao Wuya turned his head, an aged smile appearing on his worn face:
"ngchen, you’re here."
After speaking, he waved to the nurse beside him, and the nurses tactfully exited the room.
"Grandpa, how are you feeling?" Seeing her grandfather lying on the bed, pale and receiving an IV, Yao ngchen was deeply pained.
"I reckon, I probably won’t live past a couple of days," Yao Wuya said weakly, his gaze moving past Yao ngchen, "ngchen, is this your boyfriend? Not bad, quite handso, and even a Cultivator at that."
He noticed at a glance that Lin Hao was a Cultivator, but he couldn’t discern Lin Hao’s Realm.
After all, since realizing that his progress in cultivation was too rapid, Lin Hao had intentionally concealed his true strength.
To people like Yao Sanhong, Lin Hao’s identity as a Cultivator was utterly imperceptible.
Yao Wuya could tell, displaying a very discerning gaze.
"No, he’s not," Yao ngchen blushed, lowering her head, "Grandpa, he’s here to heal you."
Seeing her like this, Yao Wuya, who had been through it all, didn’t call her out, instead changing the topic and looking at Lin Hao, "Young man, your concern is appreciated, but my illness is indeed quite difficult to treat."
"Even the top talents of the dical field are at a loss."
"By the way, I haven’t asked, what’s your na?"
"Old master, my na is Lin Hao." Lin Hao smiled warmly, "The top dical expertise you’ve had access to indeed cannot cure you."
"But I can."
Yao Wuya was taken aback, then smiled kindly, "Mister Lin, confidence is a good thing, but my illness truly isn’t easy to treat."
"An old ailnt from sixty years ago, indeed difficult to treat, but to cure it, I do have so confidence." Seeing Yao Wuya’s disbelief, Lin Hao directly stated the source of Yao Wuya’s illness.
This statent imdiately sparked surprise in Yao Wuya’s eyes.
Indeed, his illness was an old one, known to all within the Yao Family.
But no one in the Yao Family, from top to bottom, knew when this old ailnt began, not even his doctor, whom he never told, and no dical equipnt had been able to detect it.
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Lin Hao could not help but be surprised when, upon their first eting, he precisely identified the duration of the old illness that had lingered.
At the sa ti, a glint of hope flashed deep in his eyes as he asked, "Young Master Lin, have you discerned anything else?"
"Sixty years ago, you fought a battle with soone, during which an opponent poisoned you, striking the location of your heart."
"This poison is extrely tricky, more terrifying than cancer; moreover, through your skin, it entered your heart. Sixty years ago, with the ans available to you and the state of dical advancents, you would not have been able to extract the poison from your heart."
"But, you have been able to suppress it, and this suppression has lasted for decades. I guess that in these years you’ve rarely engaged in combat, because once you utilize your Primordial Qi, you won’t be able to keep the poison at bay, and it will spread to other parts."
"Even as you carefully suppressed it, the poison has still spread. After sixty years, it has nearly pervaded all your internal organs."
"To put it simply, it has disseminated, more dreadfully than cancer can spread. Whereas cancer can still be suppressed, this - pardon my frankness - is incurable."
"Do my words conform to the truth?"
In one go, Lin Hao presented all the causes and consequences, and as he spoke, both Yao Wuya and Yao ngchen’s faces turned extrely shocked.
Yao ngchen was clearly aware that since Lin Hao had learned of her grandfather’s illness, to this mont, she hadn’t uttered a single word about Yao Wuya’s condition.
Yet so of what Lin Hao had said was exactly in line with what the doctors had told her, and even more, there were details she herself was unaware of.
The look in Yao Wuya’s eyes as he regarded Lin Hao was trembling, not from fear, not from terror, but from excitent!
He was trembling with excitent!
Lin Hao’s words were spot-on!
Not for any other reason but because he saw the hope of survival!
"Young Master Lin, you... can you really cure it..." Trying to suppress the excitent in his heart, Yao Wuya asked, his pale face flushing with a hint of color.
"It’s not a big issue, but there’s a little bit of risk. If a risk does materialize, you might not survive even today. It all depends on whether you’re willing to take the gamble," Lin Hao said, looking at Yao Wuya, waiting for him to decide.
Yao Wuya was not a bad person, and if cured, he could potentially beco a great asset to Lin Hao.
Yet, Lin Hao wasn’t particularly invested in his well-being. His presence here was enticed solely by Zou Tianyu and Yao ngchen.
Thus, Yao Wuya’s life or death was of little concern to him, and whatever choice was made, he would not interfere.
"Risk, to tell you the truth, in my life, I’ve faced countless risks, each one life-threatening," said Yao Wuya weakly, his tone resolute.
"Now that I’m close to death, what more is there to fear? I agree to your treatnt, but... my only concern is that, should it fail and I’m no longer here, those people below might give you trouble."
"You needn’t worry about that. Frankly speaking, not a single one of them is worth my attention," Lin Hao replied casually.
"Lin Hao, don’t get cocky. I should call them over first, have Grandfather greet them," said Yao ngchen, also worried that the Yao Family mbers might cause trouble for Lin Hao.
"Every minute we delay, the risk increases slightly. Since the decision has been made, let’s not waste this ti."
Lin Hao told Yao ngchen, "You go ahead and leave, I can handle it alone here."
"Okay, Lin Hao, I hope you can do your best." With a touch of gravity and chill, Yao ngchen left those words behind and stepped out of the room.
"Don’t mind her, Young Master Lin. My granddaughter sotis appears cold, but she has kinder heart than anyone," Yao Wuya said with a gentle smile.
"I’m fine," Lin Hao shrugged, well aware of what kind of person Yao ngchen was.
"Old sir, I’ll first remove the needle for you."
Lin Hao walked to the bedside, placed his hand on Yao Wuya’s arm, and gently pulled out the IV needle, which had been administering pain-relieving dication. Once removed, the dicinal effect vanished, and Yao Wuya felt as if all his organs were in agony, a fate worse than death. His face turned as pale as if it had been covered with a layer of white paint.
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