Ling Yu walked tremblingly to the old man. Behind him, Liu Erlong stood at the door holding Na'er's hand, quietly watching the scene.
"It's me, Grandpa!"
He reached out and grasped the old man's withered hand, forcing back the sting in his eyes as he said, "It's me! Xiao Yu!"
The old man looked thoughtful. "Xiao Yu, what a familiar name! Xiao Yu..."
Ling Yu felt as though lightning had struck him. His entire body went numb, and he could not believe it.
"Xiao Yu, your grandson! You... you don't remember?"
The old man suddenly understood. "Xiao Yu, of course I remember! That... that is my grandson!"
But as soon as he said that, the old man returned to his earlier confusion, his face wearing the innocent expression of a child.
Just then, Uncle Zhang walked in with a deep sigh.
"Xiao Yu, don't blame us either. The village chief has been like this for over two months now. We took him outside to see doctors for these symptoms, and they said it was Alzheimer's disease! And it is already in its late stages! The last thing the old man said while he was lucid was for us not to tell you, so you could cultivate peacefully outside. Sigh... I never expected you to come back so soon!"
Ling Yu dropped to his knees before the old man and heavily pressed his head to the ground. Two tear tracks flowed from his eyes, making Liu Erlong and Na'er, who witnessed the scene behind him, cover their mouths as their eyes reddened.
For the first time, Ling Yu felt powerless. He could not treat this kind of illness. He had seen knowledge about it in his previous life as well.
Alzheimer's disease!
Commonly known as senile dementia!
A mental illness of