Upon hearing this, Ni Yang’s eyebrows slightly raised.
This Doctor Jiang was really no ordinary person; he even knew about depression. It seemed that he must have read quite a few books on psychiatry.
Madam Zheng sighed and continued, "Xiaoyan, how is Suyu doing now? How confident are you?"
Doctor Jiang said, "I was not joking when I said my medical skills are not as good as Yangyang’s. I’m not confident I can cure Suyu’s illness. Why not let Yangyang have a look?"
As he spoke, Doctor Jiang added, "Aqing, your granddaughter will be successful one day. You just wait and enjoy the blessings she brings!"
"Then I’ll take your auspicious words," Madam Zheng turned her head to look at Ni Yang, "Yangyang, since your Grandma Jiang says so, why don’t you take a look at your Auntie Grandma?"
"Okay," Ni Yang nodded.
Doctor Jiang maintained a smile, "I wonder, Yangyang, how confident are you in curing your Auntie Grandma?"
"Probably only ten percent," Ni Yang answered.
Ten percent confidence.
This statement made Madam Zheng’s brow twitch.
Zheng Suyu was only fifty-five years old...
Doctor Jiang looked at Ni Yang and said, "It’s really the younger generation that’s to be feared. In my hands, your Auntie Grandma might not even have a chance for a half-percent recovery, but in Yangyang’s hands, there’s a ten percent chance."
Detecting the flattery in his words, Ni Yang said, "Grandma Jiang, you’re being too modest."
"It’s just that my abilities are limited," Doctor Jiang sighed, "I’m old now, and my medical skills aren’t what they used to be. It’s the younger generation’s world now."
Zheng Lingling frowned slightly and said, "Aunt Jiang, what are you saying? Auntie Suyu has always been under your care. If it weren’t for you over these years, Auntie Suyu might have..."
Doctor Jiang interrupted Zheng Lingling, his tone still cheerful, "Lingling, thank you for holding Aunt Jiang in such high regard. But in life, you can refuse anything except old age. In medicine, it’s said that metabolism is constant; life is the same. It’s about old thoughts gradually vanishing, while new ones grow. Isn’t there also that saying? ’The blue is made out of the indigo, but is more brilliant than it.’"
Zheng Lingling nodded, "You’re right."
Ni Yang held the gold needle in her hand and looked up at Zheng Lingling, her gaze subtly sweeping over Doctor Jiang.
Something was not right with Zheng Lingling.
Nor with Doctor Jiang.
These two, in one accord, seemed very suspicious. Yet, when all their words were put together, there was no tangible problem to pinpoint.
After a long time had passed, Ni Cuihua and Shangguan Dehui returned.
Madam Zheng quickly asked, "Tingting, have you bought the medicine?"
Ni Cuihua nodded, "It’s already been bought, and it’s being prepared in the kitchen now."
After speaking, Ni Cuihua then saw Doctor Jiang. She was taken aback at first, then greeted Doctor Jiang, "Aunt Jiang."
For some reason, every time she saw Doctor Jiang, Ni Cuihua felt a strange sensation inside.
It was as if she had seen Doctor Jiang somewhere before.
"Tingting is back," Doctor Jiang was always very kind, no matter who she saw.
Because Madam Zheng was worried about Zheng Suyu, it was Zheng Lingling who escorted Doctor Jiang out.
After Zheng Lingling had left, Ni Cuihua curiously asked, "Mom, did I ever meet Aunt Jiang when I was little?"
"No," Madam Zheng shook her head, "when your Aunt Jiang came from M Country, you were no longer by my side."
Ni Cuihua had been missing for several months when Madam Zheng’s sister and brother-in-law met with their accident.
Before that, Doctor Jiang had been abroad.
After speaking, Madam Zheng continued, "Tingting, why do you ask?"
Ni Cuihua replied, "Nothing much, it’s just that Aunt Jiang looked so familiar, as if I’ve seen her somewhere before. Maybe I’m remembering it wrong."
Madam Zheng nodded, "I see."
Ni Yang felt something was amiss and asked, "Grandma, how did you know Grandma Jiang?"
Recalling the past, Madam Zheng’s face showed her years, and with a sigh, she began to recount that period of time.
Upon hearing her, Ni Yang said, "So when Grandma Jiang brought back my grand-aunt, we had already been missing for several months?"
Madam Zheng said, "More than three months."
"When did great-aunt and great-uncle meet with their accident?" Ni Yang continued to inquire.
Madam Zheng thought for a moment and then said, "It was probably the second month after your mother went missing. Back then, communication was not advanced, and neither was transportation, so by the time we received the news, your great-aunt and great-uncle’s funerals had already been dealt with."