"It really is Mr. Jiang who's ill; no wonder he didn't answer my calls. Turns out he's been unconscious this whole time."
Qin Guang stepped forward two paces.
He pinched Jiang Jiye's wrist between his fingers, proceeding to take his pulse.
A moment later, Qin Guang understood Jiang Jiye's condition. Strictly speaking, this wasn't an illness but an injury.
An ancient injury!
When he came down the mountain, Qin Guang asked the old man, "It's been twenty years."
In those twenty years, they've never once met. What if the girl's family no longer acknowledges this marriage arrangement?
The old man told him that Jiang Jiye had been injured in a fight, damaging his heart meridian.
It was Qin Guang's mother who had treated him, but she hadn't completely cured him; she could only guarantee twenty years of peace.
As long as Qin Guang came down this time and healed Jiang Jiye,
would his granddaughter still refuse the marriage arrangement?
"The old injury has indeed relapsed. Let's heal him first," Qin Guang decided.
The idea of using Jiang Jiye's old injury to coerce the Jiang family into fulfilling the marriage agreement from years ago was Qin Guang's mother and the old man's plan.
But Qin Guang did not wish to exploit someone at their most vulnerable.
He planned to heal Jiang Jiye first. It would be great if his granddaughter was willing to honor the marriage agreement, but if not, she could simply return the jade pendant given as a betrothal gift.
Upstairs, Qin Guang decided to heal Jiang Jiye first.
Downstairs, Jiang Qingxue, who was brewing medicine for her grandfather with the help of the servants, also wore a look of worry and frustration.
Her grandfather's condition had been growing worse recently, and in the past few months, he had even been unable to leave his bed.
He would sometimes be awake and at other times fall into unconsciousness.
After consulting countless doctors, both traditional Chinese and Western, all she got was one response: "Prepare for the inevitable."
Jiang Jiye was the mainstay of the Jiang family.
Jiang Qingxue could hardly imagine the difficulties the Jiang family would face if her grandfather really passed away.
Not only would her second uncle, Jiang Gaofeng, become more crazed in his internal struggle with her for control over the family corporation, but other companies would also escalate their aggressions toward the Jiang family from the outside.
And she would have difficulty bearing the pain of losing the grandfather who had raised her since she was a child.
When she was very young, her parents passed away, and it was her grandfather who raised her, forming an extremely close bond between granddaughter and grandfather.
Fortunately, when Jiang Jiye was conscious, he had mentioned,
that he had betrothed her in childhood to the direct heir of a medical family, and her fiancé should be coming to Ningzhou soon.
As long as her fiancé arrived, he would be able to heal her grandfather's illness.
Right now, Jiang Qingxue's heart was extremely conflicted: on one hand, she wished for her fiancé to come quickly and heal her grandfather,
and on the other, she was reluctant to marry someone she had never met.
Thinking of this, the pain in Jiang Qingxue's chest intensified.
She couldn't help but clasp her chest; this condition that had plagued her from childhood never ceased to torment her.
The more agitated she became, the more piercing the pain in her chest grew.
'I wonder if he can also cure this persistent problem of mine?'
'What kind of person will he be?'
'Will he be good-looking or ugly, and what is his personality like—good or bad?'
As she thought of this fiancé she had never met, Jiang Qingxue, the CEO of Jiang Group, who managed thousands of employees and was a well-known powerful woman in Ningzhou City, couldn't help but harbor a trace of anticipation.
"Miss, the medicine is ready. Shall I bring it up to the master?"
At this moment, a servant spoke up.
"No need, I'll bring it to Grandfather myself."
Jiang Qingxue, with the steaming hot medicine jar wrapped in cloth, slowly made her way to the second floor.
On the second floor was Jiang Jiye's bedroom.
Qin Guang took out jade needles from the bag he carried.
There were seven jade needles in total, made of gold-flecked jade, sparkling with golden light and quite beautiful. Normally, jade is not suitable for acupuncture needles as it's too brittle and can easily break inside the patient's body,
but these seven 'King of Hell' needles, although made of jade, were incredibly flexible.
According to the old man, they were specially left behind by Qin Guang's mother for him to use, the matching needles for the 'Seven Needles of the King of Hell' technique he learned.
Qin Guang was about to begin the acupuncture treatment on Jiang Jiye.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was flung open from the outside.
"Is that you, you lunatic?"
Jiang Qingxue saw Qin Guang in her grandfather's bedroom, holding needles and ready to insert them into her grandfather.
Her first thought wasn't that Qin Guang was there to treat Jiang Jiye, but that a lunatic had slipped into her home and was about to harm her grandfather.
After all, Qin Guang had made quite an impression on her previously.
She rushed to Jiang Jiye's bedside, positioning herself in front of Qin Guang, and at the same time, pulled out her phone ready to call the police: "Who are you, how did you get in here, why do you want to harm my grandfather?"