Jiang Han sneered, "Everyone says I, Jiang Han, am a mad dog. I think he's the truly insane one."
For two things whose existence he didn't even know was real, he had already sacrificed his only son and daughter-in-law. And now he was actually...
Su Qiao shrugged. "Actually, he isn't insane."
"Not only is he not insane, he's also extremely clear-headed."
"What do you mean?"
Only today did Jiang Han feel that he had been living in a muddled state all this time.
He actually knew nothing.
"When I was little, I once saw him vomiting blood. And it wasn't just once—I saw him secretly hire a physician to treat him several times."
The original owner hadn't thought much of it, but that didn't mean Su Qiao, who understood medical skills, wouldn't think more deeply.
Jiang Han immediately understood. "Are you saying he's ill?"
Su Qiao nodded. "I think he's not only ill, but seriously ill—the kind that can't be cured. Cancer, for example."
"So I suspect that the Bamboo Slips recorded some methods for bringing the dead back to life or achieving immortality."
A person's desire to live was incredibly strong, even terrifyingly so.
If it were her, as long as there was even the slightest hope, she would also do everything possible to search and strive for it.
That was probably why he still refused to stop even after his son and daughter-in-law had died!
After all, who wouldn't want to live?
"So that's how it is."
No wonder he had repeatedly instructed Jiang Han before coming that even if he couldn't get the flute, he absolutely had to find a way to obtain the Bamboo Slips.
Su Qiao hesitated for a moment, then simply laid everything out. "Old Man He should be the father you've been searching