Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s-Chapter 34 - Thirty-three Luo Xiuyi
Chapter 34: Thirty-three, Luo Xiuyi
Chapter 34: Thirty-three, Luo Xiuyi
Arriving at one of the mansions, the young man asked Lu Hanmo to wait outside for a moment, then he walked into the mansion.
After a short while, the young man came out and said, “The Family Head invites you in.”
Lu Hanmo nodded slightly and followed the young man inside.
Walking through a long corridor, the young man led Lu Hanmo into a hall.
In the main seat of the hall sat a spirited, dignified middle-aged man in formal attire. On both sides, there were three young men and a middle-aged man who bore a three-part resemblance to him.
Lu Hanmo stepped forward, cupped his fists, and bowed to them, “I am Lu Hanmo. I came here to ask the Divine Doctor Family to help cure my grandfather’s illness.” The middle-aged man in the main seat and the young man at his right whom he had seen in his dream were Luo Shu’s grandfather Luo Xiuran and her father Luo Qianyu. However, he had only dreamed of events happening in his middle age, so he did not know how he came to know them.
But he was certain that Luo Shu was the Luo Shu from his dream because her eyes were identical to those in the dream. He definitely would not mistake them. Although he did not understand why Luo Shu appeared so many years earlier, he was extremely happy to meet her while young. At least they wouldn’t miss so many years.
“Where did you get this token?” Luo Xiuran picked up the token on the table and asked. Their Divine Doctor Family had a total of twelve tokens. Apart from the Family Head Token and seven Hall Master Tokens, the remaining had disappeared. The token Lu Hanmo brought was not one of the missing four, but it was unquestionably real.
“A friend gave it to me,” Lu Hanmo replied. He still did not know if Luo Shu had any connection to the Divine Doctor Family, so he would not mention her.
Luo Xiuran nodded slightly and after pondering for a moment, asked, “Is your friend surnamed Luo?” Over ten years ago, his younger brother returned in disarray, saying the woman he loved had married someone else and was pregnant with that man’s child.
Perhaps Lu Hanmo was talking about that woman’s child, because back then, his younger brother had left his token with that woman. Although she did not become his wife, she was the only woman he ever loved.
His younger brother was also punished for giving away his token without permission. Now that the token had returned, it was time to release his younger brother from Nether Valley.
“I’m sorry, I cannot tell,” Lu Hanmo said, making firm eye contact with Luo Xiuran, a hint of resolve in his deep eyes.
Luo Xiuran looked at Lu Hanmo for a long time before retracting his gaze with a smile. “Tomorrow, I will send someone to accompany you. Ali, take the guest to rest.” He appreciated Lu Hanmo’s demeanor and was confident he would achieve great things in the future.
“Thank you!” Lu Hanmo cupped his fists in thanks and followed the young man who had brought him inside. As long as the Divine Doctor Family was willing to accompany him home, there was hope for his grandfather.
Silver moonlight scattered through the leaves, forming layers of shadows on the ground.
Beneath a tree sat a disheveled, middle-aged man with a beard, eyes closed.
Soft footsteps approached, making the man open his eyes. Upon seeing the visitor, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, “Brother!” Since he was confined sixteen years ago, besides the servants delivering food, no one had visited him.
Luo Xiuran walked up to Luo Xiuyi, stopped in front of him, and handed him a token, “Your token has returned.”
With trembling hands, Luo Xiuyi received the token, his weathered eyes moistening, “What about her?” All these years he regretted not taking her with him when he left. If he had, she wouldn’t have married someone else.
“She has passed away,” Luo Xiuran said indifferently. That woman did not deserve his younger brother’s love. Without her, his brother wouldn’t have suffered so much.
“Passed away? Passed away? How could this happen?” Tears slid down Luo Xiuyi’s face. He muttered blankly, tightening his grip on the token unaware even when blood stained it.
Luo Xiuran shook his head, “Brother, let’s go.”
“Who brought this token?” Luo Xiuyi asked hoarsely, as if struggling to suppress something.
“A young man named Lu Hanmo. The token was probably given to him by that woman’s descendants. Brother, it’s been so long, let it go. Now that the token is back, let’s end this. Forget about the past.” Luo Xiuran advised.
Luo Xiuyi remained silent for a long time, then nodded, tears dripping onto the ground, forming tiny watermarks. He hadn’t expected to hear news about her again only to find they were separated by death.
Early in the morning, Luo Shu and Aunt Chen followed Chen Zhihe to his leader’s house by car.
“Is this the doctor you told me about, Zhihe?” Ma Zhenhai scrutinized Luo Shu and asked. Despite Chen Zhihe saying she cured his father’s illness, he found it hard to believe given how young she was.
“Director, she’s Luo Shu, the one I mentioned. Luo Shu, this is Director Ma.” Chen Zhihe smiled and introduced them.
Luo Shu nodded lightly at Ma Zhenhai, “I would like to see the patient first.”
Ma Zhenhai was a bit surprised at Luo Shu’s attitude, “Alright, this way.” Generally, people would be somewhat reserved knowing his status, but the girl in front of him remained calm, seemingly indifferent to his identity.
They followed Ma Zhenhai to a room on the second floor. He opened the door to reveal a pale, delicate-looking young man lying with his eyes closed on the bed.
“He is my son, Ma Yifan. Half a year ago, he had a head collision with a classmate at school. Since then, he has never woken up.” Ma Zhenhai sighed in pain. Over the past six months, he and his wife had taken their son to countless hospitals, but all the results were the same. The doctors only told them to wait.
If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t have asked Chen Zhihe to bring someone after hearing his father’s illness was cured. He was hoping against hope, clinging to that faint glimmer of hope.
Luo Shu nodded, stepped forward, and placed her hand on Ma Yifan’s wrist.
“Zhenhai, do we have guests?” A gentle voice sounded as a woman in her forties, dressed in a dark gray buttoned stylish outfit, walked over. Her attire was quite fashionable for this era.
“Xiao Yu, why are you back?” Ma Zhenhai was surprised to see his wife. He had arranged for Luo Shu to look at their son’s illness, fearing his wife would disagree, so he sent her back to her maternal home early in the morning and did not expect her back so soon.
“I couldn’t stop worrying about Yifan. Zhihe is here too?” Lin Yu glanced at Chen Zhihe, somewhat distant. She did not have a high opinion of her husband’s subordinate.
“Sister-in-Law!” Chen Zhihe greeted Lin Yu with a smile.
Lin Yu nodded and frowned at Luo Shu, who was taking Ma Yifan’s pulse, and asked, “Who is she? What is she doing?”
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