Song Baoli looked at Jiang Yukuo. "Baby, do you know him?"
Jiang Yukuo shook his head. "I don't know him, but my brother just messaged me saying that my mother's destined benefactor would appear today and help her through a life-and-death tribulation. I think he is that destined benefactor, so I believe him."
He wanted his mother to live. She had to live.
Without their mother, they wouldn't know what to hold onto in the future.
Song Baoli fell silent, looking at Mu Jiuchen without a word. He took the medicine and turned to go inside.
Soon, Jiang Nuan was pushed into the intensive care unit.
Mu Jiuchen changed into a sterile gown and went in to stay by Jiang Nuan's side.
Ji Huaishu and Jiang Yukuo waited outside.
Ji Huaishu was curious. "Why did your brother say I am your mother's destined benefactor?"
Jiang Yukuo glanced at him indifferently. The fatigue on his handsome young face was unbearable to look at.
"I don't know, my brother said so. But whether you are my mother's benefactor, we will only know in half an hour."
Ji Huaishu was very curious. "Is your brother a fortune teller?"
Jiang Yukuo: "You could say that. He's indeed a charlatan, born with it."
Ji Huaishu smiled and said, "There's someone like that in my clan too. I was cast out by my people, told I was destined for calamity, and instructed to bring this blood-coagulating pill to find that person. After enduring the tribulation, we can all survive."
Jiang Yukuo looked at his gaunt, sharp-featured handsome face with surprise. "So, you and my mother are both people targeted by the god of death. If what you say is true, you'll both live long after enduring your tribulations.
If that's the case, I'll become your disciple and learn medicine from you, thanking you for saving my life."
It was only now that he understood how important it was to have good medical skills.
His mother could save people from the brink of death.
But if his mother encountered a situation like today, very few could help her.
This sparked his idea of learning medicine.
"Damn it!" Ji Huaishu suddenly stood up, looking at Jiang Yukuo in surprise. "Our clan leader also said that I would meet a genius disciple on this journey. Is it you?"
"But then the辈分 (generations) is off, isn't it? I call your mother 'Mom', and would have to call you 'Uncle', but she's a disciple of my great-aunt."
Jiang Yukuo immediately retracted his offer. "With such a significant difference in generations, I shouldn't be your destined genius disciple. I'll introduce you to someone else later, my sister. She's very talented. My dream is still to sing, so you don't need to sway me."
Jiang Yukuo cut off his attempt to persuade him.
Ji Huaishu, who had the words ready: "..."
He was rejected without saying anything. Why was he so miserable?
"Being a star is a career for youth. In the past, stars..."
"Will only become more popular!" Jiang Yukuo interrupted him. He was so sleepy, he really wanted to sleep.
Ji Huaishu sat beside him and said, "You're too tired and too sleepy. Take a nap. When you wake up, your mother will wake up."
Jiang Yukuo's eyes were dull. He asked softly, "Really?"
Ji Huaishu saw the child's bravery. He hadn't had such courage when he was young.
"You are very brave. Your mother is not fated to die, but after she wakes up, she will still face tribulations. Do you know if your father can protect her?"
Jiang Yukuo was surprised. "Why are there so many tribulations?"
Ji Huaishu was also confused. "I'm not really sure about that. Our clan leader told me."
Jiang Yukuo looked at him in amazement. "Your clan leader is truly amazing!"
"Of course. Our family is a very ancient medical family, passed down for centuries. To my generation, it's at least the tenth generation," Ji Huaishu said with immense pride.
But his gaze quickly dimmed. "However, in my generation, it has fallen into decline. I want your mother to go back and inherit my great-aunt's ancestral property, and then carry forward our family's art."
Jiang Yukuo: "..."
"Then my mother will have nothing. It will be your Ji family that flourishes."
Ji Huaishu felt this child was not like a child at all, his logic was like an adult's. "All the glory will be hers. Don't you know how good your mother's medical skills are?"
Jiang Yukuo nodded quickly. "I know?"
"Then why don't you study medicine? What's so good about singing? Isn't it better to heal the sick and save lives?"
Ji Huaishu still wanted to train him as his disciple.
Jiang Yukuo did not entirely agree with his reasoning.
"My singing can bring joy to people and heal their wounded hearts. This is also a way of conveying positive energy. Compared to studying medicine, I prefer singing. Don't disrupt my dreams. It's difficult to stick to one dream."
It was also difficult to stick to the dream of singing.
He also wanted to be like his mother, learning many skills at the same time, but he didn't have his mother's abilities.
Ji Huaishu understood what he meant. "I didn't like studying medicine when I was young. When I saw others giving injections, I thought it was very painful, but it's actually not painful. As long as we study hard, we can help patients alleviate their suffering."
Ji Huaishu continued to persuade him. No one liked wasting time on things they disliked.
But their family had practiced medicine for generations, and medical skills had to be passed down.
Jiang Yukuo found it amusing. "In the end, you just want me to be your disciple."
Ji Huaishu smiled warmly. This child was too smart.
He had to convince him.
"Yes..." Ji Huaishu nodded frankly.
Jiang Yukuo's gaze was somewhat serious. It wasn't impossible, as long as one fell in love with the profession, they could study hard.
But he couldn't achieve his mother's level of hard work.
"My mother started studying medicine at five years old. I'm seven years old now, is it still too late?" Jiang Yukuo felt it had a lot to do with talent, and he was afraid he lacked talent.
Moreover, studying medicine was very hard.
His mother's medical skills were good, but these people hadn't seen her hard work.
Ji Huaishu smiled and said, "It's not too late to start at ten."
Jiang Yukuo: "Then I'll consider it."
Ji Huaishu didn't say anything more. Some things were best left unsaid.
Ji Huaishu patted his thigh. "Lean on me and lie down to sleep. I told you, when you wake up, you'll see your mother. I wouldn't lie to you."
Jiang Yukuo believed him. He was very sleepy and really wanted to sleep.
He slowly leaned against Ji Huaishu. There was no other scent on him, only a faint medicinal aroma.
But it didn't affect his sleep; instead, it had a calming effect.
Ji Huaishu watched him close his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
In the intensive care unit, Jiang Nuan lay quietly.
Her condition was gradually improving, and she wasn't even on a ventilator.
Song Baoli examined her body and said, "The world is vast and full of wonders."
Then he left the ward.
Mu Jiuchen, wearing a sterile gown, sat by her side, holding her hand.
He repeatedly murmured apologies in his heart.
Time passed by, and it was already the half-hour that Ji Huaishu had mentioned.
Mu Jiuchen watched Jiang Nuan not wake up, his patience slowly wearing thin.
He had heard her conversation with Kuobao. She couldn't live, and she wouldn't give her children false hope. The children must be strong.
"Nuannuan..." he called out softly and gently.
This soft call made Jiang Nuan suddenly open her eyes.