Xie Zhong had not taught Zhu Yanyi for many years. What she learned had almost exceeded what she could teach. Of course, there were some things Zhu Yanyi had no interest in, so she only knew the basics. Unlike Xie Zhong, who learned a bit of everything, Zhu Yanyi focused on mastering specific skills deeply.
Zhu Yanyi organized her thoughts and spoke slowly. "Uncle Yijun has a problem with the nerves in her left leg. If not treated, she will have trouble walking when she gets old. Worse, she might only be able to use a wheelchair. There is an injury on the right side of her heart. This wound should have been on the heart itself, but Uncle Yijun’s heart is different from normal people. It grows on the left side. So this injury did not kill her, but it is very painful. If not cured, the pain on the right side after age fifty will affect her heart. It could cause a heart attack. Western medicine can suppress it, but she cannot work too hard or walk for long periods. Her life will last at most seventy years." In her past life, Xie Yijun died at sixty-nine.
"Can it be cured?" Xie Zhong asked.
Zhu Yanyi nodded and gave a definite answer. "Yes." She then smiled. "For other doctors, this is serious. But for me, it is nothing. Grandpa, you don’t need to be so worried. It is not an internal formation. For me, it is just a small illness."
Hearing this, Xie Zhong felt relieved. "Grandpa is not worried about the illness. With Ani here, Grandpa is not worried at all. Grandpa is just worried about Uncle Yijun. He is family. This is worry between family members. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." Zhu Yanyi patted Xie Zhong’s arm. "It is like how I care for Grandpa. Grandpa cares for Uncle Yijun. Don’t worry. With me here, I promise to give you back a lively uncle in half a month."
"Lively? Can you use it like that?" Xie Yijun had found the conversation between the grandfather and granddaughter interesting at first, but now he was speechless.
Zhu Yanyi giggled, looking completely unconcerned. "That is not important. The important thing is that Uncle Yijun needs to stay here for half a month."
Xie Zhong’s house had been rebuilt five years ago. The new house was a three-room high flat building with several rooms, large and small, totaling six or seven. Besides the rooms for the family, there were several empty rooms left. Xie Yijun staying here was no problem at all.
"Enough. You haven’t returned for a long time. From now on, live in my house. Go to the guesthouse and pack up. Don’t stay there anymore." Xie Zhong spoke directly. On this point, Xie Zhong was very dissatisfied with Xie Yijun’s behavior. In his view, not living at home when you have one is wrong.
Xie Yijun did not refuse. He agreed immediately. "I will pack up later. Actually, I originally wanted to live in my adoptive father’s house. But I haven’t returned for many years and didn’t know the situation at home. So I booked a room at the guesthouse yesterday. If I had known my adoptive father’s house was spacious, I would have come directly here instead of staying at the guesthouse."
"That is how it should be. I thought after years apart, you had become distant from me." Xie Zhong scolded him with a smile. He was still very satisfied with this adopted son. Who could blame him? His own sons and daughters had not inherited his artistic cells. Instead, this adopted son pursued a career similar to his own. Therefore, Xie Zhong valued this adopted son even more.