Rebirth in the 90s: Melting My Devoted Mr. Iceberg-Chapter 814: Last Glimmer of Hope
"Dad, why don’t we have the doctor check you out?" Mr. Yang suggested. Although Jiang Xue said the old man was fine now, he still felt more at ease if the doctor took a look.
"Check what? I know my own body. I’m fine now; no need for a check-up." The old man glared at his son; he certainly didn’t want the doctors at this Hospital to examine him.
Previously, he’d been treated at this Hospital but hadn’t improved at all. They even had his son prepare for the worst, so he thought the doctors here were quacks.
Look at him now, full of vigor and color—nothing like a terminally ill patient.
"Dad, the doctors will be doing their rounds soon. Even if you don’t want a full check-up, at least let them have a look."
"Look at what? No, I want to go home!" The old man said angrily. As he spoke, he pushed past Mr. Yang and walked toward the door of the ward.
Just as he reached the door, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and several doctors appeared in front of the old man.
Eyes met, and both sides were stunned. The leading doctor was Professor Han, who had treated Father Jiang earlier and was responsible for the old man’s condition.
Originally, he’d issued a critical notice for the old man, advising Mr. Yang to prepare for the worst. He didn’t think the old man would last long, so he brought some doctors to check if the old man had already passed.
But what did he see; the old man hadn’t just failed to pass, but was walking towards him. Was he seeing things?
As he thought this, Professor Han adjusted his glasses and looked at the old man again. Upon looking, he realized he was not seeing things—the old man was indeed standing.
How could this be possible?
Professor Han was incredulous; the old man had clearly been on the brink, how was he able to stand now? Moreover, he looked angry.
Could it be that this was just a last burst of energy before death? But this burst seemed too strong; a man who hadn’t left his bed for years was now standing at the ward’s door.
How strange! How bizarre!
At this point, Mr. Yang moved forward, reaching out to support the old man while greeting Professor Han: "Professor Han, you’re here!"
"What is this?" Professor Han asked Mr. Yang.
"It’s like this, my dad wants to go home!" Mr. Yang explained with a smile, but the old man glared at his son before looking at Professor Han and asked, "What are you here for? To see if I’m dead?"
Professor Han was caught off guard but did not show it. He said, "Old man, you’re mistaken; we’re just doing rounds and checking on your condition."
"No need for that. My illness is cured; I want to go home now."
"Cured?" Professor Han looked at the old man in shock. Just a few hours ago, the old man was at death’s door, how could it be that suddenly he’s cured?
While thinking, Professor Han carefully observed the old man’s complexion. Upon seeing, he was once again shocked. The old man’s complexion didn’t look like that of a sick person at all.
Could it be he wasn’t having a last burst of energy, but was truly cured?
What on earth is going on here?
Professor Han was full of confusion; he simply couldn’t believe that in just a few hours, the patient’s illness had been cured. Had something happened in those few hours?
