Unveil Her Secret Identities-Chapter 526 Jian He_1

"Hmm, I am."

Lu Zhizhou nodded, looking at Lun Boyan with a hint of suspicion.

She had the sense that Lun Boyan asking such a question at this moment was somewhat unusual.

Lun Boyan: "..."

Oh, he’s right.

He glanced at Lu Qingyi and seeing no particular reaction, he silently shut his mouth.

It seemed Lu Qingyi was aware of this matter, and only Lu Zhizhou was in the dark.

"My teacher is Jian He, I wonder if Qingyi knows him. I have been learning piano with him since I was a child, his piano performance skills are unparalleled. Now he is old and his health is failing, he has many ailments, I sincerely hope you can cure him."

Lu Qingyi didn’t speak, Lun Boyan didn’t speak, Lu Zhizhou once again broke the silence, her voice steady and gentle.

She had been abroad for the past few years and Jian He was always one to celebrate joys and conceal sorrows, he didn’t even tell her about his ill health.

"I’ll do my best."

Lu Qingyi leaned against the back of the chair, her eyes slightly squinted, she softly responded.

She would never make promises she wasn’t certain she could keep. Without seeing Jian He’s condition for herself, she could not make any guarantees.

"Actually, I don’t expect a complete recovery, if you could help him live for a few more years, I would be grateful."

Lu Zhizhou gave a bittersweet smile.

She knew a little about medicine, just the rudiments, but she was aware that Jian He’s situation was quite grim.

Despite many renowned doctors having tried, none were hopeful. Thus, she didn’t harbor high expectations, she just wanted Jian He to live a few more years, so she could spend time with him and make up for the companionship she missed over the years."

Jian He had no children, only her as a disciple.

A person is a master for a day, but a father for life. As Jian He lived alone, it was her duty to take care of him.

Lu Qingyi quietly replied, "Hmm."

Being naturally reserved, despite having some affection for Lu Zhizhou, she didn’t think there was much to say.

——

Jian He lived in a courtyard house, it was an old house, somewhat rundown. Jian He was sitting on a recliner in the hall, reading a newspaper with reading glasses on.

His hair was white and sparse, his face covered with wrinkles, and a number of age spots appeared on his skin. His hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly.

The overall impression was of a frail old man.

"Teacher."

Lu Zhizhou approached and called out, her voice quite loud.

The old man’s hearing wasn’t very good, and he probably wouldn’t hear unless she spoke loudly.

"Zhuzhou is here."

Jian He looked up, squinting at Lu Zhizhou, adjusted his reading glasses with some difficulty and spoke with an effort.

A smile appeared on his weathered face; even if smiling was a strain, it was clear he was in good spirits.

"Didn’t they ask you to rest? Why did you get up?"

Lu Zhizhou said, slightly exasperated, as she came up to Jian He.

"Can’t keep still."

Jian He put down his newspaper, his voice was hoarse, and his movements were sluggish.

"It’s a pity. I’ve never met June in this lifetime."

Then Jian He sighed, his voice full of regret.

As a pianist, he admired June the most and loved the style of June’s compositions.

Unfortunately, June had not been seen in public for a long time and there were rumors that June was no longer alive.

Although his piano skills were remarkable, they were not on par with June’s. Now he was old and his health was failing, so he was worried about June’s age as well.

Lun Boyan glanced towards Lu Qingyi’s direction, and then fell silent.

Lu Qingyi was June.

"You will. Just take care of yourself, and you will see June."

Lu Zhizhou bent down, holding Jian He’s hand as she spoke.

"Girl, you understand."

Lun Boyan glanced at Lu Qingyi, his eyes signaling her.

"Qingyi, I’m counting on you."

Lu Zhizhou stood up and spoke to Lu Qingyi.

"Teacher, she is a doctor, here to treat you."

Lu Zhizhou then told Jian He in a gentle voice.

She had been learning piano from Jian He since she was five. She had a high level of piano skills and had participated in some international piano competitions, and even won awards.

As a young lady of the Lu family, she was expected to be proficient in all of literature, painting, music, and chess, piano was therefore a necessary pursuit.

Lu Qingyi came closer, first observing Jian He’s complexion, then bending down to take his pulse.

"Are you studying traditional medicine, young lady?"

Jian He asked in a kindly tone.

Lu Qingyi: "Hmm."

"Traditional medicine is good. Nowadays, everyone is focusing on Western medicine, and traditional medicine is slowly being buried."

Jian He spoke with a chuckle, looking rather content.

Many of their generation practiced traditional medicine, but with the passage of time, fewer people were studying it.

Especially young people, it was rare to see a young woman studying traditional medicine. Seeing this, Jian He was genuinely happy.

Lu Qingyi was silent, focusing on taking Jian He’s pulse.

"Teacher, Qingyi is quiet by nature."

Lu Zhizhou chimed in.

Old people do love to chatter, Lu Zhizhou reminded Jian He, lest Jian He took Qingyi’s silence as impoliteness.

"As people age, their body’s basic indicators decrease. All I can do is help Mr. Jian live for a few more years."

Lu Qingyi stood up and spoke bluntly.

She couldn’t interfere with the inevitabilities of life, sickness, and death. All she could do was help Jian He live a few more years.

"I have lived long enough...cough cough..."

Jian He didn’t seem to mind, he coughed once and chuckled contentedly.

He had no children, only a disciple in Lu Zhizhou, he didn’t have much to worry about.

Lu Zhizhou was the young mistress of the Lu family, with a good family background and people to care for her, she didn’t need him to fret over her.

The only regret was that he had never seen June.

"Silence, let me insert the needles."

Lu Qingyi took out the silver needles she always carried with her and began inserting them into Jian He’s head, her movements were swift.

Jian He sat motionlessly, and several minutes later, Lu Qingyi wiped her hands and the sweat from her forehead with a tissue, saying, "We’ll remove the needles in half an hour, I need to rest for a bit."

Lu Qingyi leaned back on the couch, crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes, intending to nap for a while. She was indeed a bit tired after finishing an experiment.

"Qingyi, go sleep in the room for a while, it’s more comfortable to lie down."

Lu Zhizhou suggested, inviting Lu Qingyi to rest in the room.

She often came here, so she had a room here. Even though she hadn’t been back for a long time, Jian He had always kept it clean for her.

It was neat and tidy, ready for habitation.

Lu Qingyi said nothing.

"Shh, she’s asleep."

Lun Boyan shook his head at Lu Zhizhou, indicating Lu Qingyi.

Lu Qingyi always could fall asleep in a second.