Chapter 120: Critical Condition Notice

Chapter 120: Critical Condition Alert

Seeing the situation escalate, Jian Zhenghua quickly stepped in to mediate: "Everyone, calm down! We’re all family. There’s no need to argue over trivial matters and blow things out of proportion... Right, brother?"

Jian Zhengqing took the opportunity to back down: "Yes, yes, it was all my wife’s fault today. She won’t disrespect Xiao Ye again in the future."

Jian Ye couldn’t help but mentally roll his eyes.

*Since when are we family?*

*Who even wanted to argue? Weren’t we the ones being provoked just now?*

*You can’t dish it out and not take it, right?*

Jian Ye pulled Yi Siyu aside and whispered, "My uncles showed up suspiciously fast after hearing the commotion, but their rooms are quite far from here. It’s almost like they knew something would happen to Grandpa..."

Yi Siyu understood what he meant and gently cupped Jian Ye’s face. "Mm, I’ll help you investigate this thoroughly. Don’t worry too much—Grandpa will be fine."

Ten minutes later.

A doctor suddenly emerged and announced, "His condition is critical. He needs immediate surgery. I’ve already called an ambulance—it’s waiting outside now."

"What?! How did it suddenly get so serious?!" Jian Zhengqing put on a show of shock.

"Then let’s not waste time! Get Grandpa to the hospital now!" Jian Ye, afraid of any delay, urged the medical staff to load Old Mr. Jian into the ambulance.

With limited seating in the ambulance, Jian Ye couldn’t accompany them. Yi Siyu drove him straight to the hospital in their car.

This hospital was the Jian Group’s private hospital, equipped with advanced medical technology.

Old Mr. Jian was rushed into the emergency room as soon as they arrived. The 'Surgery in Progress' light flicked on, and the doors hissed shut.

Jian Ye sat on a waiting chair outside, his hands and feet gone cold, silently watching the scene unfold.

Yi Siyu noticed his anxiety and drew him close, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t be afraid. Grandpa’s a fighter—he’ll make it."

"I’m not afraid. I’m just thinking... We were with him the whole time. What did we miss? Other than the doctor coming in a few times to change his medication, nothing else..." Jian Ye’s voice trailed off before his eyes widened in realization. "That’s it! The medicine!"

"The meds Grandpa was given later were swapped!" he said through gritted teeth.

"You’re onto something. The one who changed the medicine this afternoon was Grandpa’s attending physician," Yi Siyu continued analyzing. "If he really wanted to harm Grandpa, he wouldn’t have done it himself. That means..."

Jian Ye finished the thought, "That means the medicine was switched before it was delivered!"

If the hypertension medication had been replaced with something counteractive, it would indeed be life-threatening. Without immediate detection and emergency treatment, it could have cost Old Mr. Jian his life.

Jian Ye was furious—at himself for being careless, and at those people for crossing such a line. To keep Grandpa from waking up, they’d resort to such vile methods.

*They want him dead!*

His heart ached for Old Mr. Jian, who had gave his all to raise his three sons. The youngest had died young, while the eldest and second were nothing but backstabbing snakes.

If Old Mr. Jian were gone, the Jian family would collapse. In the hands of those two, the family empire would burn faster.

Another half-hour passed before Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhenghua finally sauntered in—alone, of course.

"We hit sudden 'traffic' and had to take a detour. It took longer to get here," Jian Zhenghua offered a half-assed excuse, but Jian Ye wasn’t buying it.

Before these two arrived, the butler had already called to inform him about the situation at the Jian residence. These people actually had the audacity to search the room for Old Mr. Jian's will.

What? With Grandpa away, are they trying to alter the will?

But they had no idea the will had already been handed over to Jian Ye by the butler.

Having seen through their schemes long ago, Jian Ye naturally wouldn’t let them have their way.

From the moment Grandpa fell ill, these people showed their true colors. With the pillar of the family collapsing, they only offered empty concern and half-hearted greetings, while their true thoughts remained fixated on Grandpa’s inheritance.

How could they so callously enjoy the wealth and luxury left by the old man, so utterly heartless? Even a dog would feel gratitude toward its master who feeds it, yet these people, raised for decades, proved worse than dogs.

Just then, a nurse emerged from the operating room, holding a document and urgently saying, "The situation isn’t optimistic. The family should prepare for the worst. Who will sign this?"

Jian Ye hadn’t expected things to be this dire—the doctor had issued a critical condition notice. His heart turned to ice, chilled to the bone.

"I’ll sign. He’s my grandfather," Jian Ye stepped forward and signed, his expression cold.

Only Yi Siyu could sense the torment and anguish in Jian Ye’s heart at this moment. He took Jian Ye’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly.

If Jian Ye had been left alone to wait, he might have fallen apart completely. But with Yi Siyu by his side, he found some comfort.

Ever since crossing over into this world, Jian Ye had never felt such anxiety and helplessness before.

Though Old Mr. Jian wasn’t his biological grandfather—just the original body's—this world felt far more real and tangible than the fictional one. Flesh and blood, every interaction carried genuine emotions.

He didn’t know if it was his own emotions or the body’s muscle memory, but he was terrified of losing Grandpa.

Afraid that this stern yet kind old man would leave him, afraid he’d never again hear him affectionately call him "Ye’er."

This tension and anxiety spread through his entire body, and his palm, held by Yi Siyu, became clammy with sweat.

Not long after, the doctor came out again with another critical condition notice.

Judging by the doctor’s expression, Grandpa's condition seemed hopeless.

Jian Ye hardened his resolve.

No! He couldn’t let Grandpa die in this cold hospital without answers!

The old man hadn’t even had the chance to reveal what he knew. If the secrets were buried with him, the truth might be lost forever.

In desperation, Jian Ye reached out to the system.

"Jian Ye: Er Tong, is there any way to save my grandfather?"

"System 748: The system store does carry a special medicine that can treat your grandfather’s condition and turn his condition around."

"Jian Ye: Really? Hurry! Get it for me now!"

"System 748: Due to its powerful effects, this medicine is exorbitantly priced—it’ll cost nearly all the Green Tea Points you currently have."

"Jian Ye: Exchange it! Whatever it takes! Nothing is more important than Grandpa’s life right now!"

If spending all his Green Tea Points could save Grandpa, then he'd count himself lucky. Others wouldn’t even have this lifeline—thankfully, he had the system as his cheat code.

"System 748: Understood, Host. Converting all Green Tea Points to Green Tea Coin now to purchase the special medicine."

The system worked swiftly, and the transaction went through instantly.

"Jian Ye: Can you use it on my grandfather?"

"System 748: No problem, host. I’ve got this."

The tiny miracle drug dissolved into a stream of data, slipping unseen into the operating room and silently entering the body of the elderly man undergoing emergency treatment.

Inside the operating room.

The doctors, drenched in sweat, fought to stabilize the patient, while the nurses assisted nearby.

"Towel."

"Clamp."

"Scissors."

Old Mr. Jian’s blood pressure plummeted, and his heart rate had slowed.

Despite their efforts to revive him, the doctors found it extremely difficult to restore his vital signs to normal levels.

The ECG lines flattened, until just as the old man's heart was about to stop—a miracle occurred.

In just 30 seconds, his blood pressure began to rise slowly, and his heart rate gradually stabilized to a normal state.

"Dr. Wei! Dr. Wei! What... what just happened?" A nurse gaped in shock.

The surgeon was speechless. In all his years of practice, this was the first time he had witnessed a patient go from critical condition to stable vital signs in just 30 seconds on the operating table.

Not even a miracle works this fast!

"This old guy’s got some crazy luck. Let’s finish up—stay sharp and don’t slip up."

Though the old man's condition had suddenly stabilized, anything could still happen in the operating room. There was always a chance things could take a turn for the worse, so they couldn't afford to let their guard down for even a moment.

Outside the operating room.

Jian Zhengqing let out a slow breath of relief.

He was sure the old man was done for. He’d slipped another ingredient into the old man’s meds—one that severely interfered with the original treatment, placing an immense burden on the body.

Given the old man’s frailty, his immune system would collapse within half an hour.

He’d covered his tracks so well that no one would ever discover it.

Even if someone tried to accuse him afterward, there would be no evidence.

Jian Zhenghua nudged him and muttered, "Why aren't they out yet? Didn't they say it was hopeless a while ago?"

"Doctors gotta play their part. Even when they know they can't save someone, they still try their hardest—it's their duty. Don't worry, nothing will go wrong this time," Jian Zhengqing replied.

But the moment the words left his mouth, the operating room door swung open, and the red light above it turned off.

They expected a sheet-covered body.

Instead, there was Old Mr. Jian—alive, oxygen mask still on.

Jian Ye lunged forward, demanding, "How is my grandfather?"

"We saved him. Your grandfather’s stable—out of the woods for now. However, he still needs to be monitored in the ICU for a while. If he stays stable for 48 hours, he can be transferred to a regular ward," the attending physician said.

"Thank you so much, doctor! You're my grandfather's savior!" Jian Ye was genuinely overcome with emotion at this moment.

The doctor felt a bit undeserving of the praise—he himself had no idea how the old man had survived.

This would go down in his medical records—bizarre, but ultimately a good thing.

"Author's Note"

Jian Xiaogou: You're my grandfather's savior. (Deliberately saying it extra loud for his good-for-nothing brothers to hear.jpg.)

The two brothers: What??? He didn't die???!"