Chapter 1108 - 1108 1109 Crude and Direct Comfort

Chapter 1108: Chapter 1109: Crude and Direct Comfort Chapter 1108: Chapter 1109: Crude and Direct Comfort But now that she suddenly knew she might not make it, the thing she wanted to hear the most was something definite, optimistic about her illness, yet Duan Qingqing never said these things. Why was Meng Chaojun still coaxing her and indulging her?

Chiang Xiao actually didn’t quite understand what Duan Qingqing really wanted to do.

“Let’s go, let’s go. It’ll be peaceful once we leave. Little, you still have to go back to school for classes in the afternoon, right?”

“Yes. But I’ll come back early. I’ll apply to move out of the dormitory, for special circumstances, they’ll agree.”

“Ah, you’ve worked hard,” Old Meng sighed.

Meng Baoyuan came out, glanced at Chiang Xiao, and also said to Old Meng, “Great-uncle, I’ll head back first, I’ll come over again in the afternoon. I’ll go and tell grandfather to have one of the aunts come over and help for a few days.”

Old Meng waved his hand weakly, not saying whether it was good or bad.

“Grandpa, you should go rest. I’ll go upstairs and talk to my uncle,” Chiang Xiao’s gaze flickered. She was going to contribute so much Nourishing Body Tea, she couldn’t let Meng Chaojun break down first, wasting her good stuff.

“Okay, okay.”

Chiang Xiao went upstairs to Meng Chaojun’s room, but when she saw the door was open and nobody was inside.

“Uncle?”

Chiang Xiao frowned and searched around, only to discover Meng Chaojun in the small room across from Meng Xinian’s room.

That small room had always been locked, and she thought it was a storage room. Now that the door was open, she looked inside to find a bedroom decorated quite cutely.

Meng Chaojun was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, holding an old photo album, silently crying.

Meng Chaojun was actually crying.

And crying as if the whole world was coming to an end.

It was a cry of despair that was extremely suppressed.

Chiang Xiao wanted to turn around and leave, when Meng Chaojun suddenly said in a nasal voice, “This is Xinian’s room.”

Chiang Xiao stopped in her tracks.

Meng Chaojun stood up, came out, and shoved the photo album in her hands, “He wanted this album when he was a child, and I always told him it had long been burned by me. When he comes back, you give it to him.”

Chiang Xiao looked down and saw an old photo on the page she had opened, where a beautiful woman was looking tenderly at her.

With just one glance, she knew it was Meng Xinian’s mother.

Meng Xinian’s eyes looked like hers, very beautiful.

Meng Chaojun didn’t say anything more and walked past her towards his own room.

“Uncle.”

Chiang Xiao called out to him.

Meng Chaojun paused.

“You still have a cure, at least, you won’t die.”

Chiang Xiao knew her words were too blunt and direct, but this was something she could assure now. The Spirit Spring Water should be able to keep him from dying, at least not in a short time.

Such blunt and direct words were exactly what Meng Chaojun subconsciously wanted to hear at this moment.

He turned around.

“What did Doctor Chen say?”

“I went to Medicine Mountain at Renzhi Hall before and happened to find a herb that can fight tumors, along with the herbs I dug up in the deep mountains back home, they’re just right for your illness.” Chiang Xiao paused, “You should also be clear about the effects of the potion I gave you.”

Clear, how could he not be clear?

Every time after drinking the potion she gave, his headaches eased, and he felt better.

Even if that kind of potion could be addictive, had dependencies, then being dependent on it for a lifetime would also be considered a good cure, wouldn’t it?