Ou Mucen certainly understood this, so he did not pay attention to the other person. After the other person left, he struggled to get up from the bed, ready to return home to find his old man.
At this time, having just returned home, Lord Ou still knew nothing of the matter.
An hour later, just as Tingfang had taken care of the old man in Blue Mountain Villa and put him to bed, suddenly, from below the villa, a servant cried out in alarm, "My God! Third Young Master... Third Young Master, how did you come back?"
Hearing this voice, both Tingfang upstairs and the just-sleeping elder opened their eyes wide and sat up, "What’s going on? How did Mucen come back? Isn’t he in the hospital? Quick, go down and check!"
The elder reacted the fastest; upon hearing the voice, he promptly urged from the bed.
Urged by him, Tingfang snapped back to reality and immediately hurried downstairs.
Once downstairs, indeed, at the villa’s entrance, a staggering figure clinging to the doorframe stumbled in. Seeing her come down, with sweat beads covering his pale face, he immediately called out, "Mom, where is Dad?"
Tingfang was shocked by this scene, hurrying down from the stairs. She ran over and steadied him, "Son, what happened to you? Why have you come back? Do you not care about your life?"
As she spoke, she started to cry!
There was no helping it; his current state was too frightening. His face, drained of any color, was one thing, but his whole body seemed as if it had been fished out of water. With such a condition, in such a scene, who wouldn’t worry, who wouldn’t be anxious?
Yet, seeing her come down, he leaned on her, weak and feeble, trying to head towards the stairs again, "Dad... up there, is he? Help me... to find him."
"Have you lost your mind? You come from the hospital at this time to find your father; if you wanted to see him, when could you not? A phone call, and Dad would have gone to you, right?"
Tingfang was truly crying, supporting her son whose entire body weight seemed to hang on her shoulders, shivering all over.
Fortunately, at that moment, the elder upstairs also heard the commotion and came down immediately.
Upon his arrival and seeing the state of his son, he too was shocked and quickly stepped down, coming before him and demanding, "What are you doing? Running home as soon as you wake up? Have you lost your desire to live?"
Ou Mucen was drenched in sweat, and everything before him was fading to black, yet hearing this voice, he still reached out, grasping the old man’s hand with unerring accuracy, "Dad, do you have a piece of Ancient Jade? A thousand-year-old Ancient Jade?"
"What are you talking about?"
As the words came out, Lord Ou’s expression changed immediately.
A thousand-year-old Ancient Jade?
Where had he learned of this?
And why was he asking about it now? Had he gone mad?
The elder’s gaze became deep and thoughtful, letting Tingfang assist him to sit down on the sofa while he, with the help of his cane, came to stand in front of him, "What on earth are you doing? Why have you run home for the Ancient Jade all of a sudden?"
Ou Mucen leaned on the sofa, gasping for air, looking as though he was about to collapse...
He really was on the brink of no longer being able to hold on if not for the belief that kept sustaining him!
Leaning there, after a long while and after Tingfang had given him some brown sugar water to drink, he finally seemed to regain a little strength...