"Grandpa, you just woke up, you should talk less,"
Su Chen walked over and sat down by the bed.
"It's fine, I know my own body."
Lin's Grandfather grasped Su Chen's hand, gently patting:
"Today, thanks to you, otherwise our Lin Family would have... "
Lin's Grandfather looked at Su Chen's face and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: I knew it, that old Taoist cured Ruoxue's strange illness, his disciple couldn't be an ordinary person either!
"Didn't I tell you, Grandpa? You still have a long life ahead of you; you keep living!"
This wasn't just to comfort the old man—despite his age, Lin's Grandfather's bodily functions were still relatively normal, and there wouldn't likely be any major problems for at least the next ten years.
"Alright, this old man will try to live a bit longer, to see you and Ruoxue's children born and grow up,"
Lin's Grandfather said with a smile.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"