Xu Yan is now in his forties and is a cardiovascular expert, and Qi Jiahe spent a lot of money to hire him to be a family doctor for Qi Zhengrong.

In the past, Xu Yan came to Qi's house regularly to check on Qi Zhengrong's body, but recently, the old man's health has deteriorated, and Xu Yan has not rested for several weeks.

"You can stay here for the rest of your time. Qi Jiahe glanced into the room and met Jiang Ying's gaze, "I'm usually busy, and I don't have time to come back and watch, so grandpa will ask you." Don't worry about the salary, I'll give double. ”

Xu Yan hesitated a little, "This ...... Not really, right?"

"The healer is benevolent. Qi Jiahe looked at him, "I also hope that grandpa will die in the end, with you, I can rest assured." ”

Xu Yan subconsciously wanted to look back at Jiang Ying in the room, but in the end, he couldn't help it, so he nodded and responded: "Okay, then I won't shirk, the old gentleman's current situation really needs to be taken care of." ”

Qi Jiahe was satisfied, and called the maid to come over to arrange a room for Xu Yan, and after the maid left with the people, he walked into Qi Zhengrong's bedroom.

There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the room, Jiang Ying stood on the edge of the bed and watched him walk in, the worried look on his face did not diminish at all, "Dad's condition is getting worse and worse now, I have been thinking about seeing you today, saying that I want to go to your wedding, we persuaded him for a long time before he stopped." ”

Qi Jiahe glanced at her, and his tone did not fluctuate: "What do you persuade him to do? Just follow him, do you have to come to the old man?"

Jiang Ying was stunned by his look, and changed her words: "I said the same thing, your eldest brother said that the old man's thinking is not clear, and he should be given more to strengthen his memory, so as not to confuse him and get more and more serious in the future." ”

Qi Zhengrong on the bed fell asleep quietly, his silver hair was sparse and sparse, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, if it weren't for the slow ups and downs in his chest, the whole person looked lifeless.

Looking at the past like this, Qi Jiahe suddenly remembered that on Qi Zhengrong's birthday a few days ago, he was in good spirits and taught himself in front of a group of people, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But how can it be like this?

He leaned down, tucked the corner of the quilt for the old man, and carefully placed Qi Zhengrong's hand and stabilized the drip holder, and then said to Jiang Ying with a sideways look: "Aunt Jiang, it's troublesome." ”

Jiang Ying nodded clearly, sat down on the seat on the side, and concentrated on guarding.

Qi Jiahe walked out of the room and walked straight towards Qi Dongqing's bedroom.

After knocking on the door several times, he heard footsteps from inside, and Qi Dongqing opened the door, his face was pale that could not be concealed.

Seeing that it was him outside the door, Qi Dongqing leaned sideways to give him a place so that he could enter the door.

When Qi Jiahe passed by him, he also clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed twice, looking extremely weak.

The two of them came to the study of the bedroom, where the light was on, and on the table was a financial book, halfway through, the pages of which had obvious creases.

"Don't worry about these things if you're not in good health, aren't you asking for sin?"

Qi Jiahe lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the book, and quickly moved away lightly.

"To put it lightly, my entire first half of my life was filled with these things, how can I say that I will let go of it?"

Qi Dongqing laughed twice, and soon coughed again, this time even the coughing voice was a little hoarse, and he was almost angry.

"After so many years, don't get along with yourself. Qi Jiahe looked at him indifferently, "Since you have made a choice, you should trust me, why can't you let go of these things?"

Hearing this, Qi Dongqing's face showed bitterness, "You also know that I have no choice, if I really can't help it, I'd really rather carry it myself than give away such a big industry to others." Once he is sick, he is regarded as an outcast, who can feel better?"

Qi Jiahe stared at him and was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I should thank you." ”

Qi Dongqing seemed unwilling to say any more, waved his hand with a wry smile, and changed the topic: "How is grandpa?"

"It's not far away, why don't you go and see it yourself?" Qi Jiahe glanced at him lightly.

Qi Dongqing shook his head, as if he was a little helpless, "The smell of medicine is too strong, I can't stand it." ”

"Can't stand the smell of medicine, or can't stand people?" Qi Jiahe smiled faintly and looked at him with deep eyes.

Qi Dongqing wanted to pick up the book and continue reading, but when he heard this, he paused, raised his eyes and glanced at him, sighed and said, "You, you, who can be better than you?"

"Didn't I learn it all from you? Qi Jiahe rarely had the intention of laughing, and his tone became relaxed.

"You're better than blue. Qi Dongqing shook his head with a smile, lowered his eyes and took the bookmark and sandwiched it on the page he had read, "But that's also what I said, I really don't want to see Jiang Ying's face." ”

"That said, when my father went abroad to recuperate, didn't you still persuade her to stay?" Qi Jiahe raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the meaning of his words was unclear.

"Did I persuade her? Didn't she want to stay? I just said a few words in passing, and she really thought that I was on the united front with her, and she actually talked to me afterwards, but it made me very sad. ”

Qi Dongqing was overjoyed, and when he laughed to the point of happiness, he couldn't help but cough lightly twice.

Qi Jiahe didn't know what he thought, lowered his eyes slightly, and smiled lightly.

Qi Dongqing closed the book in his hand, and after a little silence, he asked: "I look at that Shiyin, he is a good person, he is a clear-minded person, he can be cultivated and cultivated, and it is not bad to be a confidant." Of course, you really don't like people, then I didn't say it. ”

When his voice fell, Qi Jiahe didn't speak, but after a slight pause, he unfastened the cufflink on his left hand and rolled up the sleeve, revealing the scar about twenty centimeters long on his forearm.

It was an old wound, as if caused by some sharp weapon, and the scar went down from the crook of the arm to the top of the arm, and the traces of needlework and stitching were still visible. Under Qi Jiahe's almost sickly skin, the scar was particularly terrifying.

Under the soft light, Qi Dongqing could see it clearly.

He only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, turned around and put the book in his hand back on the shelf, and said lightly: "I know your concerns, if you are really afraid that your identity is not good for others, just leave as soon as possible, so as not to delay her." ”

Qi Jiahe remembered what Shi Yin said to him in his bedroom that day.

As if from the bottom of her heart, she said: "Since neither of us can stand each other, it is better to separate as soon as possible and be cleaner." ”

Qi Jiahe knew that she was not having a good time with her, but she never thought that she would take the initiative to say this.