[New User 013: The Zhu You Healing Art? Isn't that just feudal superstition?]
[New User 525: That's Brain Cancer. Never mind an old man—even young people can't be cured once it's advanced.]
[New User 053: Just wait and watch him make a fool of himself.]
[I'm a Bad Student: I believe in Celestial Master Chen.]
Early the next morning, Yang Wanqing took Chen Hao and Chen Siyao to the hospital.
The oncology department at Pengcheng First People's Hospital.
The smell of disinfectant filled the corridor, and nurses occasionally hurried past pushing carts. A slogan on the wall read, "By your side in the fight against cancer." Under the stark white lights, the words seemed rather hollow.
They hurried toward the VIP ward. Several doctors and nurses stood outside Yang Weiguo's room, discussing his condition with grave expressions.
Yang Wanqing's grandfather, Yang Weiguo, was staying in a private VIP room.
When they pushed open the door, they saw a gaunt old man lying in bed. His face was sallow, his cheekbones prominent, and his eyes deeply sunken. An oxygen tube ran into his nose, an IV catheter was inserted into the back of his hand, and the monitor beside him beeped steadily.
Yang Wanqing's eyes reddened at once.
"Grandpa."
Yang Weiguo opened his eyes. Seeing his granddaughter, he managed a strained smile.
"Qingqing, you're here."
His voice was faint, like a candle guttering in the wind.
Yang Wanqing walked over and held his hand. "Grandpa, I brought someone who can help you."
Yang Weiguo looked at Chen Hao, his gaze somewhat blank.
"This is...?"
"Chen Hao, this is my grandfather," Yang Wanqing introduced him. "Grandpa, this is Chen Hao, the one I told you about..."
She paused, unsure how to explain.
*I can't exactly say, "He's Qin Shi Huang's master, he