Chapter 121: Old Mr. Jian Awakens

Chapter 121 Old Mr. Jian Wakes Up

"Uncle, Second Uncle, aren’t you happy that Grandpa has successfully pulled through the danger?" Jian Ye said, glancing at the stunned brothers with an irrepressible smile.

Jian Zhengqing was the first to snap out of it. "Ah... yes, happy! Of course we’re happy. This is all thanks to Dr. Wei."

Jian Zhenghua quickly followed suit, putting on a strained smile that looked extremely awkward.

Dr. Wei replied, "No need for thanks. It’s really Old Mr. Jian’s resilience. We initially thought he might not make it, but he held on with sheer willpower, and his condition suddenly improved, giving us a chance to pull him back from the brink."

Jian Zhengqing: "?"

Jian Zhenghua: "???"

How the hell?!

Cheating death like this? Did the old man take some miracle drug or something?

Jian Ye smirked quietly beside them. Yi Siyu noticed and whispered, "Did you pull some trick again?"

But Yi Siyu couldn’t figure out how Jian Ye had ensured Old Mr. Jian’s survival in the operating room.

He knew his husband had some special abilities, but even the doctors had given up hope earlier. Jian Ye had stayed by his side the whole time without leaving. How Old Mr. Jian had escaped death remained a mystery.

Jian Ye just smiled without answering. Yi Siyu didn’t press further. In any case, Old Mr. Jian’s survival was the outcome they had hoped for—a tremendous blessing.

Meanwhile, Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhenghua were sweating bullets.

How could this happen? Was the old man really as tough as the doctor said?

He had personally ordered the addition of poison to the medicine! How was he still alive?!

Unless... the drug hadn’t been successfully replaced, or... only a minimal amount had been administered, not enough to be fatal before it was stopped?

Their minds raced with possibilities. Meanwhile, Jian Ye openly questioned the doctor without hesitation.

"Doctor, Grandpa was in good condition this morning. How did he deteriorate so suddenly in the afternoon?"

The doctor answered truthfully, "When I noticed something was wrong with Old Mr. Jian, I immediately had them stop all IVs. His symptoms resembled an adverse drug reaction."

"But Grandpa had been on this medication since yesterday. Why was there no issue then?" Jian Ye pressed step by step, guiding the doctor to continue answering.

Beside them, Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhenghua were practically choking on their own fear, fighting to keep their cool.

"Today’s medication was personally delivered from the hospital. I’m certain it was the same batch as yesterday’s. But I was away for a moment and wasn't monitoring the drugs the entire time."

The doctor’s implication was clear. Jian Ye gasped in feigned shock. "So, the drugs were tampered with while the doctor was away? What kind of monster would harm my grandfather like this?!"

Dr. Wei didn’t elaborate further. He wasn’t foolish—he knew the Jian family was a snake pit, and rich families always had skeletons in their closets. He didn’t know the others well, but he trusted the young man before him implicitly.

This was Old Mr. Jian’s own grandson, who had dutifully kept watch by the bedside these past two days—a devoted grandson.

He hadn’t told anyone, but he had secretly kept a sample of the drug and sent it with his most trusted assistant for analysis.

Listening to Jian Ye’s outraged tirade, Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhenghua were squirming.

But if they stayed completely silent now, it would only raise more suspicion.

So they had no choice but to chime in with curses for the lowlife scum who had tampered with the medicine.

The "damnable villain" was none other than themselves.

"If I find out who did this, I’ll make sure they go to prison! That’s a murder charge—they deserve at least ten years, if not a life sentence!" Jian Ye grew more agitated as he spoke.

His words sent a chill down the spines of the two brothers beside him.

This once-disdained family's laughingstock had now learned to fiercely protect his grandfather. That ferocity was just as fierce as Old Mr. Jian’s—truly a grandson worthy of his blood!

...

During the two days Old Mr. Jian spent in the ICU, Jian Ye remained by his side without a single step away.

This time, all medications were personally handled and checked by Dr. Wei before being administered to the old man.

Old Mr. Jian’s condition gradually improved, and by the third day, he was finally transferred to a regular ward.

Throughout this period, Yi Siyu had wanted to stay with Jian Ye, but by the third day, Jian Ye insisted he return to work.

"I know year-end is hectic for you too. I heard you on the phone late last night. Grandpa’s almost fine now—go back to work," he said.

"I can’t bear to leave you alone here." Yi Siyu hadn’t forgotten how freezing Jian Ye’s hands had been the day of the emergency.

He was afraid that if something happened again, Jian Ye would have no one to rely on.

"If it were remote work, you could stay here with me, but as the company’s CEO, there are things you have to handle in person. Special Assistant Xu must be running ragged these past two days without you, right? Trust me, go to work today. You’re amazing—once you step in, everything will be resolved efficiently."

After Jian Ye’s logic mixed with sweet talk, Yi Siyu found himself agreeing in a rush of emotion.

There were indeed matters awaiting his personal attention.

Before leaving, he reminded Jian Ye, "Call me immediately if anything happens. I’ll rush right back. Don’t worry about disturbing me—you’re my top priority."

Would you listen to him? This man really knows how to talk now.

Jian Ye loved hearing it.

He nodded repeatedly, his slightly curly hair bouncing adorably. Yi Siyu couldn’t resist giving it a fond ruffle. "I’m off. Remember to eat properly."

"Right back at you—verbatim."

After a few more minutes of affection, the ward was left with only the grandfather-grandson pair once more.

Jian Ye had barely slept these past few days. Even with Yi Siyu taking shifts, he had been in a constant state of tension.

Now, in the quiet, he started nodding off.

Jian Ye: "Er Tong, keep an eye on the door for me. Wake me up the moment someone approaches. I really hit my limit—I need to sleep for a bit. If I collapse, those people will find another chance to harm Grandpa."

System 748: "Understood, Host. Rest easy—this system offers wake-up services."

Jian Ye: "You deserve praise today. If you hadn’t mentioned that miracle drug, I wouldn’t have thought of any other way to save Grandpa in my state of panic."

System 748: *blushes in jpg*

Jian Ye sat beside the old man, resting his head on the edge of the bed as he slowly drifted off.

Exhausted, he fell asleep almost instantly, dark circles under his eyes, his breathing deepened as he slept.

And just as Jian Ye sank into deep sleep, the figure on the bed barely moved a finger.

Old Mr. Jian felt as though he had a long dream. The beginning of the dream was far from pleasant, full of terror everywhere. Later, a familiar voice kept murmuring in his ear, soothing his soul.

He recognized it as the voice of his beloved grandson, yet he couldn’t open his eyes or speak.

At this moment, he tried once more to open his eyes—and this time, he succeeded.

The winter afternoon sunlight was mildly warm, and the room temperature was just right. Old Mr. Jian heard the rhythmic beeping of medical monitors beside him.

As he moved his fingers slightly, they touched something soft nearby.

Turning his head slightly, he saw his precious grandson asleep at his bedside.

His heart, which had been floating rootlessly, finally settled into place.

In this crucial time, it was this youngest grandson—whom he'd overlooked the most—who stayed by his side.

Over the past few days, he'd been dimly aware of Jian Ye’s presence.

The boy must have suffered greatly these days, taking care of an old man like him. A pang of deep heartache welled up in Old Mr. Jian’s chest.

The sight of Jian Ye immediately pulled his memories back to before he fell ill…

That night, just as he was about to retire, he walked past his prized aviary and suddenly noticed one of his birds was missing.

Old Mr. Jian wanted to search for it, wondering if it had flown into the main hall or one of the rooms inside.

As he passed by the eldest son’s door, he heard his son bellowing curses at Jian Ye.

Old Mr. Jian had a good idea why Jian Zhengqing hated Jian Ye. Jian Song had ended up in prison because of his revenge against Jian Ye, but that was entirely his idiot grandson's doing—how could he blame his precious Ye’er for it?

Just as Old Mr. Jian was about to push the door open and scold them, another voice spoke up inside—this time, it was his second son, Jian Zhenghua.

Were the two of them up so late together just to berate a junior?

Finding it suspicious, Old Mr. Jian resisted the impulse to barge in immediately.

What followed in their conversation was the direct cause of his boiling rage.

"Big Brother, do you really think Dad will leave the whole Jian fortune to Jian Ye in the future? That can’t be right. Even if he were to pass it on, it should go to you!"

"That old man won’t give it to me. Long ago, he decided I wasn’t up to the task. Originally, I thought Xiao Song could fight for it, but he turned out to be just as useless! I even paved the way for him, yet he was stupid enough to get himself imprisoned because of Jian Ye!"

"Big Brother… that matter, will it really never come to light someday?"

"What are you afraid of? You were quite eager to participate back then. Weren’t you fearless when we did it? Why the sudden worry now?"

"I—I’m not worried, I just… Fine, I admit I’m a coward. Ever since that incident, I keep having nightmares—dreaming of Third Brother covered in blood, chasing me and demanding vengeance."

At this point, Old Mr. Jian’s cane grip tightened suddenly.

Third Brother? Why were they suddenly talking about Zhengshu? Wasn’t that incident back then just an accident?

Why the nightmares? Could it be… that it was related to them?!

"He’s already dead—it’s not like he can crawl out of his grave. Stop imagining nonsense. Though, I never really intended for Third Brother to die. After all, we grew up as brothers. If only Dad hadn’t favored Third Brother so much, I wouldn’t have had to arrange for someone to ram his car…"

"I only wanted him disabled—who knew the collision would be so severe? And I had no idea his wife was in the car. No matter how much I disliked Third Brother, I wouldn’t take it out on his wife. I guess… it was destiny. Don't blame me—it was God's will."

It was at this moment that Old Mr. Jian’s fury reached its peak. He burst through the door, startling the two men inside.

Shaking his cane at them, his arm trembling, he roared, "What were you two just saying?!"

"Dad, we… we weren’t saying anything."