CHAPTER 631: 243 QUIRKY

Jing Zhan glanced at the woman still standing at the door, like a statue, completely motionless.

The key was, standing at that spot, she could hear every word being said inside, no doubt about it.

Then, the woman suddenly pushed the door open and walked in.

Jing Zhan froze for a moment. Had Yu Ruohuan called her in?

Jing Zhan took a few steps back.

"Get out, this is none of your business." Yu Ruohuan’s fury surged as she saw the woman abruptly block Shen Qiunong’s path.

"Miss, please have some respect."

"Are you telling me what to do now?" Yu Ruohuan didn’t expect there’d come a day when a mere doctor dared to lecture her.

She scoffed angrily, "Do you even know who you are?"

"I’m Zhu Keke, the doctor Madam brought here to look after the two elders. If anything unexpected happens to them, how will you explain it to Madam?"

The woman’s tone was wooden and rigid, like a robot devoid of emotion.

This instantly brought Yu Ruohuan back to her senses.

She almost got dragged down by Shen Qiunong.

"I’ll deal with you later. And you too."

Yu Ruohuan fixed the woman with an icy glare, "Just wait and see."

With that, she stormed out the door.

A group of people who had entered quickly left just as fast.

Shen You’an crouched down and spoke softly, "I haven’t told anyone anything."

Shen Qiunong smiled and gently stroked her hair, "Grandma knows, you’re a good child."

Shen You’an’s name—she had only told Zhu Keke about it.

But Yu Ruohuan also somehow knew.

In Shen Qiunong’s dim eyes, a faint flicker of starlight seemed to ignite.

The patient bed let out a muffled sound of suppressed coughing, and Shen Qiunong steadied herself to sit up, "Asen, you’re finally awake."

Shen You’an helped Shen Qiunong over to the bedside.

Shen Qiunong fumbled her way into a seated position and reached out to grasp the elderly man’s hand.

The man lying on the bed slowly woke.

This wasn’t Shen You’an’s first time seeing Yu Yisen. Two nights ago, during her first acupuncture session, he had awakened briefly.

The elderly man had a pair of eyes so deep and wise, they resembled an ancient well. Perhaps life’s hardships had filed away his sharp edges; his gaze carried no warmth, like frigid well water—calm and still.

But only when his eyes fell on the elderly woman before him did they contain a spark of warmth.

"Qiunong." His voice, upon speaking, was miserably hoarse.

His gaze landed softly on the woman standing behind Shen Qiunong, his tone gentle, "It must have been you who saved me."

Though he’d been unconscious, his awareness remained intact—a surreal dreamscape reflecting everything happening around him.

When the woman’s silver needles pierced his body, his inner energy surged and churned, and his joints felt as if dislocated, unbearable with pain. Yet compared to the trials endured over the years, it was nothing; he had long grown numb.

Shen You’an took Yu Yisen’s hand and touched her fingers delicately to his pulse, while Yu Yisen silently observed her without saying a word.

"Tonight at midnight, I need to administer the last acupuncture session. Afterward, the herbal medicine I prescribe must be taken daily and on time. If you rest and recuperate properly, you’ll recover fully within half a year."

Shen Qiunong clasped Shen You’an’s hands in excitement, "Dr. Zhu, is his illness truly curable?"

Shen You’an smiled, "Of course."

"That’s wonderful."

Yu Yisen maintained a calm expression, showing no hint of joy at the imminent cure for his chronic illness.

"Thank you," he said simply.

"I’ll head to prepare the medicine, the two of you can chat."

Shen You’an stood and left the room.

"Asen." Shen Qiunong threw herself onto him, her voice trembling with emotion.

"That’s wonderful, you’re going to be fine."

Yu Yisen gently patted her back, murmuring, "What difference does being saved make?"

Better to just leave this world—it would all be over.

"Asen, you mustn’t say such things." Shen Qiunong straightened herself up, wiped away her tears.

"I have something joyous—a great piece of news—to share with you."

Yu Yisen remained unmoved, the sadness in his gaze for his old wife unmistakable.

In this lifetime, he’d lived with integrity and honor, but had failed his wife in the end.

Following him, she’d never once enjoyed a good life; instead, she’d endured endlessly bitter times.

For lives such as theirs, what joy could there possibly be?

But Shen Qiunong didn’t seem to notice Yu Yisen’s downcast mood. She leaned close to his ear, her lowered voice brimming with uncontrollable excitement and joy.

"Asen, we have a granddaughter now."

Yu Yisen was startled. He recognized each word, yet when strung together, they left him puzzled.

"Say something," Shen Qiunong urged as she nudged him.

Yu Yisen reached out to touch her forehead, "You don’t have a fever, do you?"

Shen Qiunong slapped his hand away, "You’re the one with the fever. I’m serious—we really have a granddaughter. Her name is An’an, Shen You’an. Ali actually kept his word."

Yu Yisen frowned, attempting to rise. Suddenly, a voice from his dreams came back to him.