God, have such a close relationship. Zhao Wujie, the legendary War God, is passing through Longcheng and plans to hold a birthday banquet at our Dihao Hotel in two days. He specifically requested th...Xiao Meiqin heard that it was Jiang Chuyin's father who called, asking her to return. She turned her head and glared fiercely at Jiang Chuyin's father, then reluctantly gave way with an unwilling heart.

Chen Ping'an and Jiang Chuyin walked into the room with their daughter in their arms.

As soon as I stepped into Old Mr. Jiang's room, a strange smell hit me. Although it wasn't as pungent as the basement where Jiang Tongtong used to live, it was still noticeable upon entering.

At a glance, it was obvious that Old Master Jiang was bedridden and unable to take care of himself. It seemed like no one had meticulously tidied up for him in a long time.

Generally, a typical family has the husband working outside the home and the wife taking care of domestic duties. This is definitely Xiao Meiqin's failure.

Given that the Jiang family has servants and yet the elderly person's room still smells so bad, it is not difficult to judge that this was Xiao Meiqin intentionally making things difficult for the elderly, preventing the servants from cleaning up, bullying Mr. Jiang who can still take care of himself.

However, Jiang Chun and Chen Ping'an didn't have time to pursue Xiao Meiqin's responsibility right now. Instead, they quickly walked to the bedside of Old Master Jiang.

In Old Master Ginger's room, besides Ginger Chun Yin's father, there was also her half-brother. However, he was playing with his phone on the side and did not pay attention to the arrival of Ginger Chun Yin and Chen Ping An. Old Master Ginger lay in bed, his face already thin and bony, with sunken eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. It seemed that he had exhausted all his vitality, his life force flickering like a dying lamp, as if he could leave this world at any moment.

"Grandpa!"

Jiang Chun Yin sadly crouched beside the bed, tearfully calling out.

At the sound of his grandfather's voice, Ginger Lao Yezi's lifeless eyes that had been fixed on the ceiling slowly regained their sparkle. He turned his head with difficulty, looking at Ginger Chuyin, and then, tremblingly, extended his bony hand which had always been frail.

Jane started to reach out and grab her grandfather's hand.

Mr. Ginger wanted to say something. His mouth opened and closed several times, as if he had millions of words to say, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing her grandfather's strained expression, Ginger Chun Yin remembered how kind he had been to her when she was little. Tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks like pearls on a broken string.

Chen Ping'an stepped forward and embraced Jiang Chunyin's shoulders, comforting her silently.

"Senior brother, please save my grandfather!"

Jiang Chuyin remembered that Chen Ping'an was a doctor and immediately turned to him, pleading.

"First, get up. Let me take his pulse!"

Chen Ping'an nodded and agreed.

Ginger Chun Yin obediently moved aside, giving her place to Chen Ping An.

Chen Pingan grasped Elder Ginger's wrist, his expression solemn as he felt his pulse. After a few minutes, Chen Pingan shook his head.

His head shake instantly sent Jiang Chuyin's heart plummeting to the bottom, shattering any remaining hope she had.

Her mother had just passed away, and her body was still at the funeral home. Now her grandfather was leaving too. The loss of loved ones one after another was something she couldn't accept.

Xiao Meiqin, who stood behind and watched all this with cold eyes, was secretly delighted.

Although the old man has been bedridden for years, the Ginger family has practically been run by her. However, Old Master Ginger is still the head of the family. As long as he doesn't die, she always feels like there's someone suppressing her in the Ginger family, making her hesitate and feel uncomfortable about doing anything.

Once this old man dies, the Jiang family will truly be hers to command.

"Life, old age, sickness, and death are natural laws. Currently, no one can change this law. My grandfather is very old, and his bodily functions have severely deteriorated. I can only extend his life for about five more years!"

Just then, as the few people in the room were feeling a mix of emotions, Chen Pingan spoke.

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the room was stunned.

Hsiao Mei-chin frowned, her eyes holding a sense of foreboding.

Meanwhile, both Ginger and her father's faces were filled with ecstasy.

"Senior, what did you just say Can you extend my grandfather's life for five more years"

Ginger Chin watched as Chen Ping excitedly asked, "She will want to hear Chen Ping confirm it again before she feels at ease."

Jiang Chun's father also looked at Chen Ping with eager anticipation, afraid he had just misheard.

The grandfather's condition had been examined by many experts, all of whom shook their heads and advised them to prepare for the worst. Only Chen Ping'an said he could save him.

Even if he could only continue for five years, he would be very satisfied.

"Well, how long it can last depends on the effect after I treat him. But I guarantee it will be no less than three years!"

Chen Ping'an nodded in affirmation, giving Jiang Chuyin and her daughter a reassurance.est efforts, he couldn't utter a single word.Seeing her grandfather's strained expression, Ginger Chun Yin remembered how kind he had been to her when she was little. Tears welled up in her eyes and s...