The expressions on the faces of several attending specialists turned awkward, as they were well aware that what they said earlier was a probe—frankly speaking, their words were somewhat shameless.
No one would easily hand over a medical formula, especially a secret recipe passed down for hundreds of years with such unique efficacy. Can it just be given to you for research, to understand the inside story of their formula?
This is a bit too much.
But they dare not rob anyone, nor dare they touch the grandson and granddaughter-in-law of Old Sir Song!
If they dare to make a move on the Song family, it’s either that they don’t want to live or don’t want to survive in the medical field.
"We understand what you mean, which is to say that the effect might be due to this ancestral secret formula. Actually, as for the real reason, we haven’t discovered it yet. But let’s let the old man rest today.
Tomorrow we’ll do a thorough examination; maybe it can reveal the real cause."
The doctor made an excuse for them.
Song Qingyun understood the implication of these words, but he nodded thoughtfully.
Jiang Xiaoxiao is the daughter-in-law of the Song family. No matter what ancestral secret recipe she holds, it represents the fortunes of the Song family. This kind of thing naturally can’t be revealed.
For emotional and rational reasons, they must protect Jiang Xiaoxiao.
"Alright, alright, Xiao Xiao, you and Moting send your grandmother back. Mom, don’t stay here to watch over Dad. Dad’s condition is much better now. It’s fine with us here watching over him. We can’t have the whole family guarding here; it would make Dad restless, wouldn’t it?
If you’re here, how can Dad rest? He’d be too worried about you."
Song Qingyun mainly worries about the old lady. Although she looks healthy, she has some underlying health issues of old age.
If she’s further worried about the old man and something happens, the family would be in chaos.
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, "Grandma, Uncle’s right. The two of us will send you back first. Grandpa’s condition is good now, you really don’t need to worry. According to the doctor, Grandpa just needs some rest for a couple of days before he can be discharged. Welcoming Grandpa home would be great."
She also wanted to leave this place of trouble quickly.
Old Mrs. Song was reluctant to leave her husband, who had just gone through a life-and-death crisis. She feared that if she didn’t keep her eyes on him, something would happen.
"No, I don’t feel easy with you guys here. Your dad was poisoned this time; who knows if there’ll be another attempt."
Song Qingyun’s heart sank upon hearing this.
Indeed, the old man was poisoned this time, and the doctors were still resuscitating him.
However, from the old man’s current condition, the doctor’s prognosis might not be optimistic. After all, if someone truly wanted to harm the old man, they wouldn’t leave any survivors or the acupuncturist for interrogation.
But the old lady’s words are correct; they must indeed be more attentive to the old man’s safety. If this happens again, who knows if he could be saved in time?
"Grandma, don’t worry. Uncle is well aware and will definitely prevent any harm. You should go home and rest well. With a strong body, you can come see Grandpa tomorrow.
Otherwise, if you stay here too long and get sick, you won’t be able to visit Grandpa tomorrow or the day after. Consider the priorities; if you don’t come, Grandpa might think you’re unwell and worry."
Song Moting spoke up; he knew his stubborn grandmother.
If he didn’t open his mouth, she really might stay here and not go back.
But her body couldn’t persist here all the time; this was a hospital room, even though it was a high-ranking ward with good conditions.
No matter how good the conditions are, it is still a hospital.
"Old lady, Moting is right, you should hurry back with him. You’ve seen my condition; I’m much better now. The doctor said I’ll be able to go back after a couple of days. Once the examination is done tomorrow, if there’s nothing wrong, I can go home in a few days.
You also need to let me worry less. Otherwise, by worrying about each other, it’ll be endless. It’ll make the children suffer along. Besides, what worries do you have? My three sons are by my side, along with the guards outside. If anyone dares to harm me again, it won’t be easy."
The old man feared the old lady would suffer here.
Feng Zaisan nodded, "Old Meng, don’t let Old Song worry here. My driver and car are downstairs; I’ll take you back."
Old Mrs. Song felt utterly helpless but agreed.
Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly packed the tea jar into her bag, using the bag to sneak it into her space. Not a drop of the peach juice could leak out.
One must know that if a little bit leaks, it would trigger a chain reaction.
The rabbits and chickens from their woodland came about this way; she didn’t want Mr. Feng’s car to be crawling with ants and poisonous snakes.
Feng Zaisan glanced at Jiang Xiaoxiao’s purse; the girl was protecting it without a single drop leaking.
They walked out of the ward, with Feng Zaisan and Old Mrs. Song in front, and Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao behind.
Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t even reached the doorway when the old man called her.
Jiang Xiaoxiao quickly ran over.
"Grandpa, I know you want that peach wine, but as you see, I didn’t bring it today. I’ll bring some for you tomorrow, is that okay?"
Her peach wine is not a problem; it has remarkable effects in strengthening the body and treating some chronic diseases. She’s confident in this, so she dared to promise the old man openly.
Just from the old man’s eyes, it’s obvious he’s craving her wine.
"You clever girl, I knew you’d know. You must bring it for Grandpa tomorrow. I’m already craving it; your wine has been out for a while. Every time I drank your wine, my body felt warm.
This winter, Grandpa’s old ailments are almost gone. My old war buddies always rush to drink my wine whenever they visit, leaving me unsatisfied every time.
This time, I finally return home, guarding your wine cellar; if you don’t let me drink enough, I’ll be at a loss."
The old man is like a child.
Song Qingyun watched the old man and Jiang Xiaoxiao’s interaction with envy.
This girl truly gets the old man’s favor. It’s known that the old man and old lady love the family’s grandchildren, especially Song Moting, but even Song Moting might not have such a pleasant interaction with the elders as Jiang Xiaoxiao does.
It’s even more than the others.
Right now, they truly treat Jiang Xiaoxiao as their own, without any reservation, and with a warm attitude.
Jiang Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Grandpa, don’t worry! I made plenty of peach wine, and I’ll make sure you drink your fill! This time, drink as much as you want. Also, when you’re discharged, I’ll make a few dishes for you and Moting to sit, drink a few glasses, and satisfy your cravings."
The old man smiled even more happily hearing this.
"Girl, you understand me well. No wonder people say daughters are like little cotton-padded jackets. Grandpa has been craving the dishes you make. Oh, your grilled fish is really delicious; make some for me when you go back. I haven’t eaten such good things for a long time."
He’s even naming dishes.
Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded and quickly caught up.