"Huh? Why did they only find out at such a late stage? Shouldn't elderly people have regular checkups?" Chen Siyao asked in confusion.
"He did have checkups, and they did find it, but Grandpa was in poor health. Besides, he was already ninety-three, so they didn't dare operate even after discovering it."
"We sought out the best brain cancer surgeons across the country, but none gave him even a twenty percent chance. We were afraid Grandpa would never wake up again," Yang Wanqing explained sadly.
Now Chen Siyao didn't know how to comfort her best friend either. All she could do was take her out more to help get her mind off things. "It's okay, Yaoyao. He's old, and birth, aging, illness, and death are all part of life. Just stay at my place. It'll be easier for us to go to school together."
"Thank you, Yaoyao. You're so good to me. Actually, my family and I have already prepared ourselves. After all, ninety-three is a ripe old age."
After a spell of sadness, Yang Wanqing didn't want to dwell on the painful subject. She spotted the fruit on the table, picked one up, and exclaimed dramatically, "Wow, Red Dust Fruit! Well, well, Yaoyao, you've been keeping all the good stuff to yourself!"
Chen Siyao looked helplessly at her carefree best friend. "Then help yourself."
Her phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the caller ID—Song Xinxue.
"Xinxue?" Chen Siyao answered.
"Yaoyao, you have a visitor," Song Xinxue's voice came through the receiver. "It's Mr. Ye Chendong from the Chancheng Ye Family. He says he'd like to visit Celestial Master Chen. Would that be convenient?"
Chen Siyao paused and looked toward the study.
"Hold on, Xinxue. I'll ask my brother."
She ran into the study. "Brother, Ye Chendong from the Ye