Si Yiyan's hypnosis was very crude. He successfully hypnotized Wen Wenya when she was mentally exhausted and ignorant. However, such hypnosis was difficult to compete with people's subjective consciousness, so Wen Wenya did not sleep well. Under the dual effects of the calming incense and the sleeping-inducing drug, she fell asleep in a daze, her consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy.
Whenever she wanted to sleep, a voice, elegant and clear, with a sweet bamboo fragrance, sounded in her ears: "Go to sleep, go to sleep..."
This voice seemed to be able to penetrate deep into her soul, caress, comfort, and protect her restless soul, making her feel extremely safe, trusted and attached.
Finally, because she was addicted to the gentleness of the voice, she fell into a deep sleep again.
Wen Xinya slept in a daze all night, half asleep and half awake.
When Wen Xinya woke up, it was already dawn. The bright sunshine outside the window indicated that it would be good weather today.
The gloom in Wen Xinya's heart was also driven away. Although she did not sleep well that night, she finally got enough rest. Although Wen Xinya could not be said to be refreshed, she was full of energy.
Wen Xinya thought of her grandfather who had fought with death all night, and she was eager to get out of bed to find out about his condition, but she accidentally saw the note on the bedside table.
"Mo Gongan is fine, the condition is stable, and he is being checked. Urgent!" The sharpness of the small regular script is restrained, round and fluent. Every stroke is vigorous and powerful. This is the kind of writing that only Si Yiyan can write.
Wen Xinya's anxious heart finally relaxed a little and a smile appeared on her face.
However, she was still very worried because she hadn't seen her grandfather in person, so she hurriedly got out of bed, washed up simply, and went to her grandfather's intensive care unit.
The doctors were examining grandpa in the ward. She carefully observed the doctors' expressions. Although they did not look relaxed, they were not as suspicious and conservative as they were yesterday. She estimated that after a night's observation, grandpa was in good condition.
"Xinya, what's wrong with your grandfather?" At this time, an old and slightly trembling voice came from behind.
Wen Xinya turned around and saw her grandfather walking towards her quickly. She quickly walked over and held his arm and said, "Grandpa's condition has temporarily stabilized, but he needs to stay in the intensive care unit for observation. It will take until around ten o'clock in the evening to determine whether he is completely out of danger and can be transferred to a general ward."
Although grandpa is not completely out of danger, Wen Xinya is no longer as nervous as she was yesterday.
Old Master Wen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his solemn face: "That's good, that's good, your grandpa is fine, I feel relieved!"
Although the relationship between the Wen family and the Mo family has become as cold as strangers due to Yun Yao's death, they were once close friends after all, and Grandpa Wen has always been concerned about Mr. Mo's health.
Wen Xinya held Grandpa's still trembling hand and comforted him, "Grandpa, Grandpa is a lucky man, nothing will happen to him, don't worry!"
After one night, she gained great confidence that her grandfather would recover.
Old Master Wen held her hand and said with a sullen face, "What the hell are you doing, kid? You didn't even tell me about such a big thing. Do you know how worried I am about your grandfather and you?"
He knew that Mr. Mo was critically ill four hours after Mo's rescue. The person who was most worried about Mr. Mo was Xinya, so he called Xinya many times but could not get through. He was extremely worried.
Later, he received a call from Si Jiu, who informed him of Mo Gong and Xinya's current situation, and told him that the hospital had been sealed off and that there were media reporters and enthusiastic citizens outside, so he should stay at home and listen to the news.
Thinking that he had lived for most of his life and issued countless orders, he didn't expect that he could be convinced by a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair. He felt ashamed.
Speaking of this, Wen Xinya felt a little ashamed: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I didn't think so much at that time!"
Yesterday, I suddenly heard that my grandfather had a sudden illness. Wen Xinya's mind was full of my grandfather's physical condition. Later, she was deeply immersed in grief and didn't think about these things at all.
"I don't mean to blame you, but remember next time, no matter what happens, I'll be there to support you with my old bones." Old Master Wen wasn't really angry. Mr. Mo was critically ill, and Xinya must have been extremely anxious at the time and would have not been able to take care of anything.
He just felt sorry for Xinya. Mr. Mo was critically ill. She didn't know how she survived these seven dangerous hours. After returning to the Wen family for so long, she was still used to fighting alone when encountering problems. This made him, as a grandfather, feel extremely guilty.
Thinking back to how long Xinya had been back in the Wen family, she had never relied on him, and he had never given her any reliance.
Wen Xinya lowered her head, looking like she was admitting her mistake: "I know, Grandpa. This was my mistake."
No matter how distant the relationship between the Wen family and the Mo family was, she should have told her grandfather when something like this happened. However, she actually forgot about it, which was wrong of her.
Seeing that she was still very pale and looked very bad, but in good spirits, Mr. Wen gradually let go of his worries: "Don't worry too much. When people get old, their bodies will fail. All kinds of diseases will come to them. As the saying goes, at seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell won't call you to go. Your grandpa is exactly seventy-three years old this year. If he can get through this hurdle, he will definitely live a long life. Even the King of Hell's little devils can't take him away."
He had always known that Mr. Mo's health had not been very good until Xinya returned to the Wen family and slowly took care of his health. His health gradually improved. For old guys like them, it was a blessing to live to be over seventy years old.
"Grandpa, grandpa will definitely get through this." Wen Xinya knew this saying. Seventy-three is a threshold. If one can cross this threshold, he can get through to the threshold of eighty-four.
Of course, this is not absolute.
But most people follow this trajectory of life and death.
Mr. Wen patted her shoulder.
He could more or less understand Xinya's feelings. After Xinya was brought back to the Wen family, the first person who recognized, accepted, and even protected her was Mo Gong. She had been learning from Mo Gong. Her achievements today were all due to Mo Gong's teaching. The relationship between her and Mo Gong was naturally different from that of others.
This is a dependence that is thicker than blood.