Hospital.

Hospital bed.

Ji Zhuoran looked at Ji Peihong who was lying on the hospital bed, her face sinking like water.

He didn't expect that his grandfather would be released after all, but it became like this.

Ji Peihong was already very old. At the end of this month, it should be his 80th birthday, but he did not expect that at this juncture, he would have had a diabetic complication and a stroke.

As a result, he can only be paralyzed in bed now, and the doctor also said that whether he can wake up or not depends on God's will.

After Ji Zhuoran learned about this, he immediately adjusted the surveillance of the nursing home, and immediately found the scene of someone pretending to be a ghost, so he followed the vine and found Miao Zhongjie.

Miao Zhongjie originally had Alzheimer's disease. He would explain what others asked him as long as he remembered it, and naturally gave Qu Shouquan a few times.

So he went to Qu Shouquan to settle the account.

He was thinking. Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door of the ward, and then Xiao Lin stepped into the room and said to Ji Zhuoran:

"Ji Shao, Qu Shouquan brought it, right next door."

"Yeah." Ji Zhuoran said, walking into the next ward with his head raised.

When Qu Shouquan saw that he had been brought to the hospital, he immediately flicked in his heart.

He guessed that Ji Peihong had an accident in 80%.

He knew that the bad-tempered old man would have an accident sooner or later, but he didn't expect that it would be so soon.

But one night!

But... he turned to think about it, even if he changed the nursing home, if Ji Zhuoran deliberately wanted to investigate this matter, he would still be able to find him, so...he would never escape.

Fortunately, he was also sure that Ji Zhuoran would not do anything to him. After all, he was still Qu Yan's father.

So he calmed down and kept thinking about ways to get out.

Click, the door of the room was pushed open, Ji Zhuoran walked in.

He looked at Qu Shouquan, who was sitting on a stool with only a pair of trousers on his body, his eyes were like ink.

"Say, who told you that my grandpa can't eat candy?"

Qu Shouquan trembled.

He didn't expect Ji Zhuoran's first question to be so direct to the core.

However, he just wants to protect himself, so it doesn't matter whether he sells Lingsheng or not.

So he asked back, "Is it because I told you, you didn't hold my fault? Besides, I just put the sweets in my room..."

Whoosh!

A dart flew past Qu Shouquan's face, and the decoration on the tail of the dart made a blood mark on his face!

But Ji Zhuoran just spit out a word coldly, "Say."

Qu Shouquan was trembling with the infiltrating coercion on his body, but still couldn't help but meditate.

"You can't touch me, you are my son-in-law, how can you explain to Qu Yan if you touched me?"

"Heh," he chuckled, suddenly stretched out his big hand, and landed on Qu Shouquan's head, "frontal lobe resection."

"What?" Qu Shouquan had never heard of such a professional term.

Ji Zhuoran explained patiently,

"This is an operation that was widely used to treat mental patients around the 1940s, and even won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949. However, later, research found that mental patients after the frontal lobe were removed, they surfaced It looks no different from a normal person, but in fact, it is just a breathing zombie, but don’t worry, father-in-law, the procedure is very short to implement, and after about ten minutes, you won’t have any more pain. Feel."

Hearing this, Qu Shouquan couldn't help trembling.

He looked at the ward he was in again, and suddenly felt that it seemed to be suffocating.

He understood that although Ji Zhuoran couldn't move him on the surface, but this operation... also just made him invisible on the surface that he had been moved, but in reality? He has become a stupid fool than Miao Zhongjie!

He quickly confessed, "Ling Sheng, Ling Sheng told me..."

"Well," Ji Zhuoran snorted, then said, "You get along well with my grandfather in the nursing home, right?"

"Ah...this..." Qu Shouquan didn't know whether he should say good or bad.

But Ji Zhuoran continued, "I heard people say that you like being Grandpa's dog."

Qu Shouquan trembled, but after thinking about it, he could only nod his head, "Yes...yes."

"Then since he is sick now, you are taking care of him by his hospital bed and staying with him like a dog, is that okay?"

Qu Shouquan didn't want to say yes, but he could only nod his head again and again.

Now, there is no room for him to say no!