Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 1741: Chapter 1677: Beyond Redemption

Upon entering Old Master Jiang’s bedroom, one could smell a slightly unpleasant odor associated with the elderly, like mildew, making one’s chest feel heavy.

Old Master Jiang lay motionless on the bed, his entire body slightly swollen, his face gray-white, eyes half-closed. If not for the occasional twitch of his eyelids, he truly looked lifeless.

Seeing this scene, Ying Qiong’s eyes immediately turned red. She quickly went over, half-kneeling on the step at the bedside, and softly called out, ”Grandpa?”

Chen Baoshen also stepped forward but first inquired about Chen Yiping’s diagnosis.

Chen Yiping had already vaguely mentioned it to him over the phone, but after a two-day journey, the condition could very well have changed.

Chen Yiping, knowing time was urgent, quickly relayed his diagnosis.

At this moment, Old Master Jiang heard Ying Qiong’s voice, and tried hard to open his eyes, ”Fifth girl?”

When Ying Qiong was little, Old Master Jiang would call her Fifth girl, sometimes Xiao Five, but now that she had reached middle age, Old Master Jiang rarely called her that.

So hearing him suddenly call her that now, Ying Qiong’s tears began to fall.

”It’s me, Grandpa, I came back to see you.”

”Good, good.” Old Master Jiang was very weak, his voice extremely low, extremely low. Before, when Chen Yiping spoke to him, he couldn’t even make a sound. Perhaps because his dear granddaughter had returned, he regained some Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

Seeing this, Ying Qiong’s heart couldn’t help but sink.

It was too much like the final moments of an old person.

Looking at him like this, Ying Qiong recalled when her father passed away; didn’t he look just like this? As if all his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were drained, he quickly departed.

Isn’t it possible to save him?

”Let me have a look.” Chen Baoshen came forward.

Ying Qiong hurriedly made way.

But her heart had already fallen to the bottom, feeling that it was beyond salvation.

Chen Baoshen carefully examined Old Master Jiang, and like Ying Qiong, his heart sank to the bottom.

It was too late, the internal injuries were too severe.

He stood up and stepped back a few steps.

Ying Qiong looked up at him, Chen Baoshen slowly shook his head, and Ying Qiong’s last glimmer of hope was dashed, tears immediately flowed uncontrollably.

Truly...

Is it beyond saving?

Old Master Jiang had waited for Xiao Sixth for nearly twenty years; must he leave with this heartache and regret?

Her vision went black, and her body involuntarily swayed.

Chen Baoshen gritted his teeth and said to her, ”Madam, as I mentioned before I came, to seek medicine from a young girl, that young girl’s medicine is excellent. Why not try it and let Old Master Jiang try it?”

To try it, meaning to treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

Though the words were unpleasant, everyone understood what it meant.

Ying Qiong, holding onto the table, weakly asked, ”You mean Xinian’s little fiancée? I heard you say before, Meng Chaojun’s illness, originally improved significantly by taking her medicine, was his own doing that caused it to worsen?”

”Yes, it’s her.” Chen Baoshen nodded, ”Madam, you must also take care of yourself.”

”Alright, let’s try it then,” Ying Qiong replied with a bitter smile. ”There’s no other way now, is there?”

Chen Baoshen said, ”Perhaps, Xiao Chiang’s medicine could work miracles.”

”Doctor Chen, when did traditional medicine start believing in such things?” Ying Qiong already lacked hope in her heart, not that she was unwilling to do everything, just to watch Old Master Jiang pass away.