Moontrace ran over and rubbed against her feet.
She bent down, picked Moontrace up, and planted a kiss on the little creature. "Little Moon, my grandpa's better! I'll take you to meet him sometime!"
Moontrace looked utterly baffled by the kiss, but obligingly licked her face.
Chen Siyao opened her phone, glanced at the trending searches, and sucked in a breath.
"Bro, you're trending again. Number one."
Chen Hao leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed. "Mm."
Chen Siyao pursed her lips, but she was used to it by now.
Yang Wanqing leaned over to look at the phone, then suddenly cried, "Oh!"
"What is it?"
"So many people are asking about my grandpa." Yang Wanqing scrolled through the comments. "And lots of them want you to treat them."
Chen Hao opened his eyes. "Not happening."
"Why?" Yang Wanqing froze.
"Treating one person wore me out this badly. Wouldn't treating ten kill me?" Chen Hao said evenly. "Besides, healers don't go knocking on doors, and the Way isn't lightly passed on. Not everyone has the destined connection."
Remembering what he had said before, Chen Siyao nodded. "True. You're not a doctor."
Yang Wanqing understood as well and stopped asking.
She lowered her head and sent her grandfather a message. "Grandpa, I'm home. Get some rest. I'll come see you again tomorrow."
Yang Weiguo replied instantly. "Good. Rest well. Thank Chen Hao for me."
Yang Wanqing handed Chen Hao the phone so he could read it.
Chen Hao glanced at it, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Tell Grandpa Yang to focus on recovering. I'll visit him in a few days."
Yang Wanqing nodded vigorously.
At ten that night, Chen Siyao started her livestream.
Over a million viewers flooded in instantly, and the number kept climbing at a frantic pace.