Fast Travel: Infinite Time Travel

Chapter 97

"Exactly." Old General Jing nodded in response.

The young man stood up and bowed to old General Jing: "Mo Zikuang will never forget the general's kindness in saving his life."

"Little brother, grandpa doesn't like this!" Qingchu tugged at Old General Jing's sleeve, "Grandpa, don't you think so?"

"That's right." Old General Jing nodded, "Mr. Mo, you don't have to be too polite. Your surname is Mo? I just don't know what relationship Mo Renyuan has with you?"

There was already a hint of urgency in General Jing's tone.

"It's Grandpa." Mo Zikuang said, "I heard Grandpa mention the deeds of General Jing's family before, and it's the same. Zikuang can recognize the general so easily today."

"The general and everything are old things." Old General Jing sighed, took Qingchu with one hand and Mo Zikuang with the other and sat down at the table, "Now the old man has resigned and is going back to his hometown. If you don't mind Kuang, you can just call me Grandpa Jing. After all, I'm an old acquaintance."

"Grandpa Jing." Mo Zikuang is as good as a gentleman.

Qingchu said with a grin: "Chuchu likes my little brother to call me grandpa like that!"

"Since Chuchu's sister likes it, how about Zikuang shouting more?" Mo Zikuang seemed to be coaxing a child.His eyes were extremely clear, and he couldn't see the pity and pity in the eyes of ordinary people, which made Qingchu's affection for him a little bit more.

"Okay!"

"Grandpa Jing."

"Sounds good!" Qing Chu clapped her hands and laughed.

Old General Jing looked at the two, a fox-like smile slid across his face, although it was fleeting, Mo Zikuang still captured it.

"Grandpa Jing, if you have something to say to Zi Kuang, you might as well say it bluntly."

"The old man just said it straight." General Jing nodded, "I don't know how far away he is now..."

"Grandpa passed away a few months ago." A trace of hatred and helplessness flashed in Mo Zikuang's eyes.

"What? He has passed away?" General Jing's expression changed and became extremely complicated. He felt helpless at the passing away of a friend he hadn't seen for many years, and also felt that it was hard for him to think that it was possible for a person to cure him. Hao Qingchu's dementia, but this person has left the world's sorrow.

"Alas." In the end, General Jing's various emotions just turned into a long sigh.

"If Grandpa Jing is worried about Chuchu's younger sister's illness, Zi Kuang will dare to try to heal Chuchu's younger sister even though he is not a master of art."

"Really?" Old General Jing couldn't help getting excited.He pressed Mo Zikuang's shoulder and looked straight into his eyes.

"really!"

"Grandpa! You're hurting my little brother!" Qingchu's innocent words pulled General Jing back a bit.

"Then leave it to Zi Kuang!" Old General Jing took a few deep breaths before asking, "Zi Kuang, how did your grandfather die? Also, what happened? You actually fell injured on the official road. above?"

Mo Zikuang smiled helplessly: "It's a long story. Back then, my grandfather wandered around the rivers and lakes, constantly pursuing the limit of medical skills. Later, he finally got married and had a son, and gave birth to my father. However, my father's personality is very different from my grandfather's. If my grandfather was obsessed with medical skills all his life, then my father was obsessed with being a prodigal son. Although he married and had children under the pressure of his grandparents, after my mother gave birth to me, he continued to provoke women outside. "

"Finally, he unintentionally provoked the daughter of the Star Gate Sect Master, and had an affair with her overnight, which gave me an extra brother. The Star Gate Sect Master's daughter chased my father for more than ten years, and finally couldn't help it not long ago. They brought people to kill me at home. In the end, my mother committed suicide and my grandparents were killed by people from Stargate. I escaped alone."

"I want to take revenge." The hatred appeared on Mo Zikuang's face, and then disappeared, replaced by a full of helplessness, "It's just that my enemy is my half-brother's relatives, and they can be regarded as my relatives And, before he died, Grandpa also told me that I must never take revenge."

"Little brother, how about you live with Chuchu and grandpa in the future?" Although Qingchu looked ignorant, there was worry from the bottom of her heart on her face.

"Grandpa Jing, I..." Mo Zikuang didn't answer Qingchu, but just asked General Jing for his opinion.

"If Zi Kuang doesn't mind, how about going back to the hometown with the old man?"

"Then disturb Grandpa Jing." Mo Zikuang got up and was about to salute when he was stopped by General Jing.

"Since you call this old man Grandpa Jing, don't be so alien in the future and treat this old man as your own grandpa."

"it is good."

The next day, the group set off again.This time, nothing special happened on the road, and when he returned to the hometown of General Jing Lao, he was already greeted by local officials and common people.The brand new General's Mansion has also been built.Not to mention that these were all prepared by the emperor's order, the Jing family's contribution to protecting the family and the country alone deserves such treatment.

General Jing's return is really a big event, and the running water table has been set up for several days.

Qingchu was also spoiled.Like a child, she has become the head of the local children.Old General Jing was busy, so Qingchu was accompanied by Cui Liu and Mo Zikuang.

And when the excitement subsided, Mo Zikuang was finally officially going to treat Qingchu for her dementia.

In this regard, Qingchu is extremely looking forward to it.After all, it is good to be a child, but it is not an easy task to pretend to be a child all the time. She has almost failed to pretend several times.

"Little brother, Chuchu is not sick, but why do you want to see a doctor for Chuchu?" Looking at the silver needle beside her, Qingchu shrank her shoulders in fear.

Old General Jing was about to say something, but was stopped by Mo Zikuang's eyes.

"Chuchu, if little brother wants to practice medical skills, can you help little brother?"

"But..." Qingchu looked at Mo Zikuang, then at the long silver needle, her little face was almost wrinkled.

"Sister Chuchu, don't you even want to help my little brother?" Mo Zikuang's voice was full of grievances.

"Okay!" Qingchu rolled up her sleeves, muttering with righteousness on her face, "If it wasn't for the sake of you being my little brother, I wouldn't help you!"

"Then thank you very much, sister Chuchu!" Mo Zikuang was overjoyed, and secretly gave General Jing a look that everything was done.

Old General Jing chuckled and left the room, leaving space for Qingchu and Mo Zikuang.

Mo Zikuang took Qingchu's pulse carefully, his brows changed from stretching to frowning, and then stretched out again.

As long as acupuncture is combined with appropriate medication, it is not difficult for Qingchu to recover from her dementia.

"Chuchu, lie down on the bed, and my little brother will give you the needle."

Qingchu lay down on the bed obediently, but when Mo Zikuang walked towards her with the silver needle, she quickly rolled up the quilt to wrap herself up.

"Little brother, don't practice this, okay, just practice the one just now is enough!"

(End of this chapter)