Jiang’s father’s funeral was chosen three days later.

Jiang's mother's legs were still a little inconvenient, so Gu Qingqing pushed the wheelchair gently.

Jiang's mother shook her head and said, "I won't sit, I'll just walk to see the old man off for the last journey."

Gu Qing pursed his lips gently, suppressing the soreness and sadness in his heart, and nodded: "Then mom, I will help you!"

Because this is my hometown, Gu’s father’s cemetery was chosen in a piece of land in his hometown.

Back from the county town, Gu Qingqing held her father's ashes and Lin Mo, who arrived, sat beside her.

In my hometown, my uncle has arranged the cemetery and the cemetery has been dug.

After returning from the burial, Jiang's mother initiated a fever, which turned into pneumonia, and was sent to the intensive care unit.

Gu Qingqing was very scared, afraid that her mother would leave with her father.

She stood by the hospital bed, held her mother's hand, and said to her mother over and over again, asking her to persevere, and wait until her brother gets married and has children, and waits to hold her grandson.

This is the only hope that Jiang Mu can survive now.

Thinking of Feng'er's wedding day and thinking of his grandson's birth, Jiang's mother smiled slowly with tears in her eyes.

Yes, she must persevere until she watches her son’s wedding and grandson’s birth.

She also wants to take care of her son and grandson.

Jiang's mother's high fever subsided and she stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. The doctor notified that she could be discharged.

My aunt came in and took Jiang's hand, blaming herself.

Jiang's mother patted her hands: "You can't blame you for this, don't blame yourself anymore. I want to go back to see my son. Take good care of yourself and call me if you have any."

When he returned to Haishi, he saw his son, and all kinds of sourness surged into his heart.

But she held back and couldn't let her son know about some things.

"Feng'er." Jiang's mother called her son's name softly, and tears flashed in her eyes.

Jiang Feng was looking down at the information. When he heard his mother's voice, he suddenly raised his head.

"Mom!" Jiang Feng put down the information and came over quickly.

Jiang's mother was surprised. She hadn't seen her for so long, but her son still remembered her.

Now her son is her only support. She hugged her son tightly, hoping that her son would recover sooner.

"Where is Dad?" Jiang Feng only saw his mother and sister, but not his father.

After letting go of his son, Jiang's mother looked at him and said, "The government said that the house in our hometown is a dilapidated house, so we paid for the new one. So your father has to stay in his hometown for a while, so he has to wait until the house is repaired before coming back."

"Oh, has that aunt recovered from illness?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Okay, the operation is very successful, and I have recovered well during this period." Jiang's mother looked at her son with complex eyes.

As long as her son's illness is cured and God takes her life away, she is willing.

Gu Qingqing walked to the coffee table and picked up what his brother was looking at when he just came in.

These documents seem to belong to the group.

He Zi was on the side, nodding slightly at the look that Gu Qingqing looked over.

"Brother Jiang Feng has helped me deal with a lot of things recently. He has no symptoms of headaches again, and his memory is much stronger than before." He Zi felt that Brother Jiang Feng was really recovering.

Doctors abroad used to say that the poison would harm Brother Jiang Feng’s brain.

After so long treatment abroad, Brother Jiang Feng just stopped fainting. Once he used his brain, his head would hurt and his memory would be in pain.

Not even possible.

But now, after Grandpa Zhong’s daily pulse and dressing, and symptomatic treatment, Brother Jiang Feng’s body has recovered very clearly.

It seems that traditional Chinese medicine is still reliable!

Seeing that his son's condition is getting better now, Jiang's mother was very excited and cooked a large table of dishes, and wanted to thank Mr. Zhong.

Grandpa Zhong has been here today, took Jiang Feng's pulse and changed his prescription.

Gu Qingqing did not call, but went to pick up Grandpa Zhong by himself.

Grandpa Zhong smiled with a gentle smile: "Your mother is so polite!"

"Grandpa Zhong, you have let us see hope. It is so thankful that our whole family is so grateful for my brother's recovery so quickly."

I have experienced too many changes during this period. The only thing that makes her feel that she is developing in a better way is her brother's illness.

How much she hopes that her brother will recover completely when she wakes up.

"Okay, then I'll go over and eat the thank-you banquet that your mother eats." Grandpa Zhong likes Jiang Feng very much. This child is kind by nature and loves to do good deeds.

After getting in the car, Grandpa Zhong looked at Gu Qingqing's face: "Take off the mask and I'll take a look at your face."

Because Gu Qingqing has been in her hometown for more than half a month, he delayed treatment.

The scars on the face have been left.

Gu Qing took off the mask gently, and the hideous scar on his face looked really scary.

"I have contacted the plastic surgeon. She may come here in the next few days." Grandpa Zhong said.

"Thank you, Grandpa Zhong." Gu Qingqing didn't care much about it in her heart.

It doesn't matter whether it leaves scars or not.

When he arrived at Hejia Manor, Jiang's mother happened to prepare the last dish.

She brought some specialties from her hometown, which happened to be used to entertain Grandpa Zhong.

When Jiang's mother saw Mr. Zhong, she greeted her with great gratitude.

I wanted to hold Mr. Zhong's hand, but as soon as I reached out, she realized that there was oil on her hands when she was cooking, so she quickly turned around and went to the kitchen to wash it out.

"Mr. Zhong, you have great kindness to our family. I'll ask you for my son's illness."

Grandpa Zhong heard her talk so seriously, and hurriedly said, "You are polite to mother Jiang Feng. I used to be alone in the nursing home, so Jiang Feng came to take care of me every week. Speaking of which, his kindness to me is far more than what I am now treating him."

Mr. Zhong remembered the situation when he first came to Hejia Manor and took Jiang Feng's pulse for the first time.

At that time, he also felt that Jiang Feng's brain damage would be difficult to recover.

But after treatment, he would come to take Jiang Feng's pulse every day and change the medicine every day based on the latest physical condition.

In fact, he didn't expect the effect of treatment to be so significant.

After dinner, Gu Qingqing kept Grandpa Zhong behind because it was too late.

When Gu Qing gently pushed Mr. Zhong back to the bedroom, he took out his phone and said to her: "Green Qing, you will chat with the plastic surgeon about the video and let her see your scars."

"Oh, OK!" Gu Qing nodded slightly and sat next to Grandpa Zhong.

Grandpa Zhong opened the video and soon answered it.

The other party was wearing a mask and didn't seem to want people to see her face.

Grandpa Zhong greeted her at the camera: "It's so late, didn't disturb you, right?"

"Grandpa Zhong is polite. I am a late-stayed person. I can't sleep without two or three o'clock."

Gu Qingqing heard the other party's voice very clearly

Beautiful.

Just listening to the sound can be concluded that she must be beautiful.

"I told you last time that the person who hurts his face is now by my side. Look at her scars. Can you get rid of the scars?" Grandpa Zhong said, facing Gu Qingqing's face with his mobile phone camera.

The person on the other side of the video couldn't help but breathe and suffocate when he saw Gu Qingqing's face crisscrossing and very scarred.
Chapter completed!