"Dad, are you thirsty? Let pour you so water to soothe your throat."
Song Qinghe poured the water and brought it over.
Eagerly trying to please the old man.
Only then did the old man glance at his own son.
"Second son, why have you co? Didn’t you disown as your father? Why are you suddenly rushing over now? Afraid that my death would affect you?"
As soon as these words were out, Song Qinghe’s face changed.
If outsiders heard this, they would think he was wishing for his own father’s death.
"Dad, please don’t bla the second son. He’s been running around tirelessly these days. No matter what the second son did before, you’re already of a ripe age, and you should forgive what needs forgiving. After all, whether he’s good or not, he’s your son. Who asked you to give birth to him?"
Song Qingyun spoke up to smooth things over.
The conflict between his brother and the old man was known to him.
But it’s been so many years, can’t let them stay locked in a stalemate forever.
Regardless, they are father and son.
Besides, his brother wants to resolve the conflict this ti, he should be given a chance.
The old man is tough only in words, to put it simply, a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Doesn’t he secretly wish for his relationship with his son to improve?
"Dad, I was indeed young and rash in the past, impulsive and a bit unreasonable. I didn’t consider consequences in my actions. I’m at this age now, my son is married, and soon I’ll be a grandfather, I’ve understood so things.
I know you ant well for at the ti. Please forgive ; this ti you scared to death. If you really... really depart, I’d regret it for life."
Song Qinghe choked up, turning his head to the side.
The old man sighed, true or not, he is his own son after all.
The child has already apologized, should he continue holding onto the child’s mistakes?
At this age, what needs to be let go has long been let go.
"Alright, alright, don’t drop your tears on my account, you know I can’t stand seeing n cry. What happened in the past is past, as long as you treat Moting well, I don’t ask much of you, your wife is already married, the two kids are grown, couldn’t force you to divorce?
Just that what happened back then was wrong, what we did was inhuman. You made unable to face my deceased comrades; this is where we’ve ended up, we too were at fault.
We shouldn’t have forced you back then; maybe if we didn’t, the child wouldn’t have married you, married soone else, perhaps she’d still be alive today, it’s our fault!"
The old man hasn’t been without reflecting over the years; he’s just stubbornly wanted to repay his comrades’ kindness.
Yet he never expected this outco; if he had known this, he would never have let his comrade’s daughter marry his son.
Marrying anyone else would have been better than marrying his son; their misfortune was entirely caused by the two of them.
A forcibly twisted lon isn’t sweet.
Song Qinghe truly felt guilty this ti.
His father is a tough man, never bowing to anyone.
Even during warti, when captured and tortured, his father never opened his mouth.
Such a father is a revered founding hero.
That he could say these words to him now, he knows his father regrets.
He regrets they shouldn’t have arranged the marriage, all his complaints and hatred towards his father suddenly dissipated.
His father was wrong, but was he right?
All his resistance, under his father’s whip, was gone, yet if he had really left on his own, not marrying, could anyone have forced him to marry?
Ultimately, he couldn’t leave his family.
"Dad, I was wrong! I failed Moting’s mother, it’s my fault! It has nothing to do with you."
Sincerely admitting his mistake.
"Alright, alright, Dad, second son, since you’ve talked it out, let’s put this behind us and live well as a family."
Everyone is happy.
The old man sighed and closed his eyes.
This is fate; actually, the one we failed most is the child Moting.
Over there, Feng Zaisan is sitting in the front seat, with Granny Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao in the back seat.
Feng Zaisan has been watching Jiang Xiaoxiao’s bag through the rearview mirror.
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting both noticed it.
Jiang Xiaoxiao hugged her bag tighter.
Could Mr. Feng have so bad intentions?
"Xiao Xiao, Moting, you two don’t worry, I’m not that kind of person, coveting others’ good things. I’m just really curious, how miraculous is your ancestral redy?
It’s able to pull the old man back from the brink of life and death, does this ancestral redy have other healing effects? Just detoxification? I’m not trying to crack your redy. Since it’s ancestral, there’s a reason for it.
I just feel, since it has such efficacy, such good effects on patients, why not make so and teach how to use it?
Let introduce it on a small scale in the hospital, after all, saving a life is a great deed. Your ancestors made this ancestral redy sure to help the world and save people, we must follow your ancestors’ wishes.
The recipe can stay secret, but with such good effects, if we don’t use it on patients, I feel it’s a pity."
Feng Zaisan was clever, seeing the girl guarded against everyone like thieves, just knows the ancestral redy definitely has special effects.
He truly wasn’t trying to steal it, just felt such a thing should be utilized in their hospital, it would be a valuable asset.
When it cos to poisoning, even as doctors try their utmost to save lives, most of the ti people still die, even if they survive, post-poisoning aftereffects can be severe.
Yet today he saw no aftereffects on Old Sir Song, not only no aftereffects, but the stroke was cured; from this he couldn’t believe the doctors’ words about treating poison with poison.
He’s more inclined to believe the redy worked, aning the redy should have a broad range of treatnts, not just detoxification, having such a thing not being used in a hospital is too regrettable, hence he’s speaking so earnestly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao chuckled bitterly, as a doctor, healing and saving people, it is dical ethics.
She spent a lifeti as a doctor in her past life, naturally willing to use her skills for healing.
But this thing she had was too peculiar, used wrongly it can have side effects.
She doesn’t want to hand over such a thing casually to Mr. Feng, one wrong move and the hospital would not be a place for healing, but harming lives.
That Shura field is better left unmoved.
The best way is to keep it in her own hands, crucial for safeguarding lives.
"Mr. Feng, this really can’t be done, though our ancestral redy does have various effects. However, if not handled well, it can be fatal. The ancestors didn’t pass it down for this reason, because while the dicine has its beneficial side, mishandling can result in adverse effects."
"That’s why our ancestors set this rule, this can only be used by us. Otherwise, it absolutely won’t be passed to another, ensuring safety."
Upon hearing this, Feng Zaisan understood, the girl wasn’t hoarding it, the dicine had serious consequences, he thought too simply.
"Girl, your aning is this dicine can only be used by you, aning it can be used for outsiders, but must be controlled by you, as only you know the correct dosage and effects.
So, can I assu, if we ever encounter so critical patients, we can co to you and you can offer aid?"
Feng Zaisan imdiately asked, this answer is crucial.
As long as the ancestral redy is in the girl’s hands, there’s no problem with her treating others.
After all, it’s the sa lifesaving mission.
Who cures whom isn’t the focus.
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yes, if there are patients with so difficult conditions, they can seek my treatnt, however, I can’t guarantee every treatnt will be so effective. This ancestral redy of ours has many recipes, up to now I’ve only researched a few."
These ancient recipes are hard to successfully study, so have been lost."
Her words were technically rich.
Feng Zaisan was delighted, there were other recipes!
"Girl, based on your ability, grandpa believes you can make significant research progress in this area, benefiting humanity. Our nation’s dical progress still lags several grades behind the world.
If you can recover these redies one by one, it will restore our ancient cultural heritage and be a blessing to all patients."
Jiang Xiaoxiao’s speechless, how did she beco so important?
Song Moting gave her a look, you just go on making things up.
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