You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 1731: You have to pay it back

"Don't say that," Old Master Qi waved his hand, took Qi Wangze into his arms with pity, and sighed again, "This parent's divorce, the one who suffers the most is the child, they have a new family, pitiful No one cares about Zeze. Although I try my best to protect him, I am old and my energy is limited. I am very happy to know that Zeze has good friends at school. I am afraid that Zeze is alone. I'm very happy to have friends with him."

"Grandpa!" Qi Wangze hugged Mr. Qi tightly, crying and said, "I won't be naughty anymore, I don't want my parents, I want my grandpa, grandpa, don't be angry, don't faint, Zeze Scared."

"Okay," Mr. Qi continued to take pictures of him, "Grandpa is not angry or fainted, Zeze is good, Zeze is not afraid, grandpa is here."

As the old man said, his eyes were red.

He is alive now and can still protect the child.

But he's getting old after all. He took off his shoes and socks today, wondering if he'll have a chance to put them on tomorrow.

I don't know when he will go.

What about his Zeze?

His heart was like a knife, and he almost burst into tears. He was afraid that his grandson would be afraid, so he desperately endured it.

Ye Xingbei looked around: "Uncle, is there no one to take care of you? Would you like me to hire two special nurses or nurses for you?"

"No, no," Mr. Qi pushed Qi Wangze away and struggled to get to the ground, "I feel much better, I won't stay here anymore, I'll go home with Zeze."

"Is it okay?" Ye Xingbei asked, "Would you like to observe it in the hospital for two more days?"

"It's fine," Old Man Qi waved his hand: "I don't have any serious problems with my body. I just feel short of breath, can't breathe, and have a migraine headache when I get angry. ."

Ye Xingbei nodded: "Then shall we send you?"

"No, no," Mr. Qi refused: "I'll just let the family pick it up, don't bother you."

"No trouble," Ye Xingbei said, "We're going home too, we'll take you off."

The kindness was difficult to accept, so Mr. Qi had to agree.

Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei sent Mr. Qi and Qi Wangze back to Qi's house.

Mr. Qi and Qi Wangze invited their family in as guests.

"Next time," Ye Xingbei politely refused: "It's too late, you should rest early, we will see you tomorrow."

Yue Ya'er looked at Mr. Qi and said, "Tomorrow, I'll take your pulse again and help you recover. Your migraine headache is not a serious illness. After two to three months of treatment, you can basically recover."

"Okay," Mr. Qi said, "Thank you so much."

He really wants to insist on living for a few more years, anyway, watching over his grandson grow up, don't let his unscrupulous parents bully him.

After a few more chats, Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei got into the car and left.

After watching them go away, Mr. Qi took Qi Wangze's hand and walked back.

Walking into the middle of the yard, he suddenly thought of something, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

The call was connected, but it was not his old friend who answered the call, but his old friend's assistant.

His old friend's assistant said that his old friend was operating on someone and it was not convenient to answer the phone.

He had to hang up regretfully.

His old friend's daughter-in-law, like him, suffered from migraine headaches for more than ten years.

Now encountering a genius doctor like Yue Ya'er, he wants to tell his old friend, let his old friend inform his daughter-in-law, and ask his daughter-in-law to come and have a look.