Chapter 62: Heading to the Ye Family to Repay a Debt, I Suddenly Find the Old Master Gravely Ill

We could talk things out nicely; there's no need for the grandfather and grandson to have come to this point, huh?

Lin Meng gave an embarrassed smile, and as she rose to her feet, seeing the old master's pleading gaze, she paused slightly.

It seems she didn't check the almanac before going out today; she's run into an internal conflict within the Ye family.

Ye Chenjing looks hard to provoke at first glance; his younger brother Ye Chenyu, when first met, could talk a lot, but now he's as quiet as a chicken, obviously afraid of his brother.

Following the principle of "less is more," Lin Meng didn't want to meddle in others' family affairs, so she voluntarily withdrew from the main hall, and soon heard arguing from inside.

"I don't want to go abroad; the doctors have said I'm just old, not sick."

The old master argued his case, while Ye Chenjing's expression was cold and stern, giving the old master no chance to refuse.

"I've already arranged the overseas medical team; you must go abroad today."

……

Lin Meng figured out the problem: the old master's health had taken a turn for the worse, and his grandson wanted to take him abroad for treatment.

But just now she glanced at the old master; his complexion really wasn't good, noticeably more sallow than the last time she saw him—how long has it been?

Feeling that eavesdropping in the corner was uncivilized, Lin Meng stepped back a bit more.

But suddenly, a few cries came from inside.

In her peripheral vision, Lin Meng saw Ye Chenyu, who had been curled up in the corner, suddenly turn pale with fright and dash toward the old master.

Uh-oh, did something happen to the old master?

No time to think, Lin Meng rushed inside and saw the Ye brothers both anxiously supporting the old master.

The steward nearby was already making an emergency call to the family doctor.

Lin Meng frowned as she stepped forward; the old master's complexion had worsened, looking as if he could pass away at any moment.

Put bluntly, it was like a corpse's face—no color, ashen, and the situation was dire.

Lin Meng's heart leapt up to her throat.

Just a short while ago, when she saw the old master, he still looked healthy; aside from his advanced age, he was well kept, far better than the average elderly man, his facial skin even quite radiant.

But how could his health deteriorate so badly in less than a month?

Could it be some acute illness?

Lin Meng thought for a moment and asked:

"Mr. Ye, may I ask what illness Grandfather Ye has?"

On Ye Chenjing's stern face, cold sweat beaded from nervousness, yet he appeared far more capable of handling things than Ye Chenyu.

Upon hearing Lin Meng's question, Ye Chenjing initially didn't want to speak, but after a fleeting thought, he responded to her.

"The old master's condition suddenly took a sharp downturn this month; many specialists have been consulted, yet no cause has been found."

Lin Meng didn't know how to comfort him for a moment; once elderly people develop an acute illness, it tends to be sudden and severe—maybe a sneeze could be fatal.

Judging by the old master's state, he surely usually kept up his health, valued annual checkups, and at the slightest discomfort would have a professional medical team attend to him.

Aside from a sudden acute illness, she couldn't think of any other possibility.

At that moment, Ye Chenyu, who was beside himself and nearly in tears, suddenly thought of something and snapped his head up to look at Lin Meng.

"It's you—I remember now; it was after you came to our house that my grandfather suddenly fell ill. Get out of the Ye family!"

Lin Meng was stunned by Ye Chenyu's accusations, never expecting the blame to be thrown at her.

Ye Chenjing shot Ye Chenyu a withering glare and barked in a calm voice:

"Shut up! Who told you to slander others like that?"

Out of principle, Ye Chenjing rebuked his brother, but privately he went over the course of events in detail.

The old master's health suddenly deteriorated, seemingly starting around the time Lin Meng arrived at the Ye household.

But reason told him there was no connection between the two, and he couldn't blame Lin Meng.

"Cough cough cough."

The old master seemed to catch his breath, but his respiration was extremely weak.

His cloudy eyes blinked at Lin Meng, and he said apologetically:

"Sorry, Lin Meng, that brat spouted nonsense; I'll deal with him later."

Ye Chenyu refused to accept it, pointing at Lin Meng with a hostile tone.

"It's her—Grandfather, you've had no problems in your yearly checkups, but as soon as she visited, your health went downhill. The doctors say you're just aging, that bodily decline is inevitable, but I don't buy it! Grandfather, your deteriorating health is downright sinister!"

Lin Meng frowned as she listened, feeling that this brat was no different from the ignorant troublemakers of Lin Jia Cun—wasn't he indirectly calling her a jinx?

Lin Meng had wanted to retort, but seeing the old master's condition waver, she could only suppress her anger for now.

In less than five minutes, the family doctor arrived.

After examining the old master, his expression grew grave to the point he dared not meet Ye Chenjing's gaze.

Seeing this, Lin Meng's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The situation looks bad; his expression seems to be telling Ye Chenjing to prepare for the worst…

Ye Chenjing naturally noticed as well; his fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly, then finally he took the family doctor aside to talk.

Ye Chenyu no longer dared to shout, but he still held a grudge against Lin Meng.

Lin Meng licked her dry lips, an idea forming in her mind.

She approached the room where Ye Chenjing and the doctor were, and overheard their conversation, which matched her guess.

"Mr. Ye, to be frank, the old master's vitality is severely depleted; there are indeed medicines on the market that can sustain his life, but his future quality of life would be grim. As he is a man who values dignity, perhaps we should hear his own opinion?"

Ye Chenjing opened his mouth; his usually stern handsome face rarely showed sorrow, his eye sockets slightly reddened.

Lin Meng gritted her teeth and returned to the old master's side.

While the old master was still conscious, Lin Meng thought for a moment and said:

"Grandfather Ye, do you trust me?"

Ye Chenyu was about to talk back to Lin Meng, but the old man glared him into silence.

"Brat, cough cough cough, be polite to the Lin lass."

Having finished lecturing Ye Chenyu, he turned, wore a kind expression, looked at Lin Meng, and gave a slight nod.

"Trust, I certainly believe you, lass, don't blame Chenyu; this brat has been spoiled rotten by me and Chen Jing, speaking without thinking."

Lin Meng glanced at Ye Chenyu, too lazy to bother.

She furrowed her brows, took a deep breath, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a small porcelain vial from her space.

Ye Fan had said that pills crafted by mortal alchemists have outstanding effects when taken by mortals.

As long as it's not completely cold and breathless, taking the Jade Marrow Pill can restore vitality.

This vial originally contained only two Jade Marrow Pills, one of which she has already eaten.

The remaining one, I'll give to Grandpa Ye.

The Ye and Lin families are old acquaintances; if she weren't here, it would be forgotten, but now the old man's death is imminent—she cannot stand by and watch him die without helping.

"Grandpa Ye, I have a pill here that can strengthen the foundation and nurture the origin; take it and you'll get better."

Lin Meng handed over the porcelain vial, but Ye Chenyu immediately jumped up.

"Do you want to harm my grandfather? What nonsense pill, Lin Meng—I've found you truly sinister; my grandfather is already like this, and you dare give him a three-no product?"

Even Ye Xiangrong blinked slightly; hearing the two words 'pill,' he thought of those who claim to cultivate the Dao—there really are many old-timers in that circle who believe in this, going year after year to Daoist temples to seek medicine.

But he doesn't believe it.

But deep down, he feels this lass won't harm him; perhaps he can try, otherwise this body might not last until tomorrow...