Chapter 592 - Chapter 592: Chapter 590: Your Third Grandpa Woke Up
Chapter 592: Chapter 590: Your Third Grandpa Woke Up
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After arriving at Jiang Weiming’s place, Jiang Feng realized a very serious problem: he didn’t recognize Jiang Weiming’s clothes.
He knew which room belonged to Jiang Weiming, but there was no wardrobe in there; his clothes were mixed with Jiang Jianshe’s. The toiletries, towels, toothbrushes, and other items were all in the bathroom. Since Jiang Feng had never lived with them, he had no idea which items belonged to Jiang Jianshe and which to Jiang Weiming.
Other than being able to identify a few of Jiang Weiming’s regularly worn jackets, cotton pants, and sweaters, he couldn’t recognize any other personal clothes including socks.
He and Jiang Zaidi discussed it for a long time and finally only picked out a few jackets, sweaters, cotton pants, a thin quilt, and a thick quilt.
“Little brother, why don’t you call and ask Uncle Five or Granduncle Weiming about which cupboard the clothes are in?” Jiang Zaidi suggested, “We can just take a few pieces of personal clothing. If we can’t recognize the washbasin, toothbrush, and towels, we can buy them at the supermarket next to the hospital.”
“Uncle Five didn’t answer the call, probably because his phone is on silent and he hasn’t noticed,” Jiang Feng raised his cellphone, he’d been trying to call Jiang Jianshe from the moment he opened the wardrobe and had not yet gotten through.
“So, what do we do?” Jiang Zaidi scratched his head, feeling somewhat muddled due to the day’s many events, his normally quick mind couldn’t grasp a solution right away.
“How about we first go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities? I reckon Granduncle Weiming will be awake by the afternoon. We can let Uncle Five bring the clothes when he comes back tonight,” Jiang Zaidi proposed, “And on our way back, we can also stop by Yueru’s family shop to buy some huoshao, as it’s almost mealtime and our grandfathers must be getting hungry.”
After hearing this, Jiang Feng thought it made sense and went into the room to call Jiang Weisheng, “Mr. Jiang, let’s first…”
As soon as Jiang Feng entered the room, he was stunned. Jiang Weisheng was standing in front of the wardrobe selecting clothes, holding several pieces, and there was already a row of neatly folded clothes on the bed behind him.
“Feng, do you think these clothes are enough? If not, I can get more,” Jiang Weisheng said.
“They are more than enough,” Jiang Feng quickly said, “A couple of sets would be just about right.”
Jiang Weisheng had sorted out at least six sets.
When Jiang Feng said this, Jiang Weisheng’s face showed difficulty, “A bit too much, eh? Well, how about this set? I bought this for my master last year, I guess he hasn’t worn it much, and it still looks quite new.”
“And let’s take this set too. I bought this for my master the year before last. He said it was very warm to wear.”
“And this set, no, this one won’t do. Although my master often wears this one, it is a bit old and might not be warm enough. How about this set? I think this set is good too. Feng, what do you think about this set?” Jiang Weisheng hesitated between several sets of thermals.
Jiang Feng: …
I think these sets all look the same, even the styles are identical.
“Mr. Jiang, why don’t we take one new set and one old one? The old one is comfortable for Granduncle Weiming to wear, and the new one will keep him warm,” Jiang Feng suggested.
Jiang Weisheng happily accepted this, quickly picked out two sets, and grabbed a few pairs of wool socks, then asked, “Should we take toiletries?”
“No need. We’ll just buy them directly near the hospital,” Jiang Feng said. “On our way, we’ll also get something for my grandfathers to eat. Mr. Jiang, you should eat something too.”
“Okay, let’s go,” Jiang Weisheng nodded, carrying the clothes and heading out.
When they reached the entrance, Jiang Weisheng turned back to the room and returned with an additional pillow in his hand.
Jiang Weisheng explained, “My master likes to sleep on a firm pillow; he definitely won’t be used to the pillows at the hospital. I bought him this pillow eight years ago; you can’t find them anymore. My master really likes it and takes it wherever he goes.”
It was then that the three of them finally left with their items.
Lunch was at He Yueru’s donkey meat huoshao shop. Jiang Zaidi, having fasted for a medical exam, and Jiang Feng, who had eaten only a bit of carrot and beef stew in the morning, were both running around and filled with apprehension all morning. Now that they sat in the donkey meat huoshao shop, they felt incredibly hungry, and as they drank donkey meat soup and donkey offal soup, they started devouring the huoshao.
While Jiang Feng and Jiang Zaidi were eating with gusto, Jiang Weisheng had little appetite, spacing out while eating and clearly still worried about Jiang Weiming.
“Feng, do you think my master might have already woken up? Maybe I should go over with the pillow. If master wakes up and has to sleep on one of those soft pillows, he’d definitely be uncomfortable,” Jiang Weisheng’s primary concern was now the pillow.
“If Granduncle Weiming wakes up, my dad will definitely send me a message. Don’t worry for now, just eat. We’ll have plenty to worry about once Granduncle Weiming wakes up,” Jiang Feng said vaguely with a mouthful of donkey meat, “You should eat more. You’ll need strength to take care of Granduncle Weiming this afternoon.”
“By the way, Mr. Jiang, how did you know those clothes? Did you buy them all for Granduncle Weiming?” Jiang Zaidi curiously asked.
Jiang Weisheng nodded, put down the huoshao, and began to talk to Jiang Zaidi, “I bought them. My master used to live alone in the countryside and it wasn’t convenient. The clothes from the town may be cheap, but they’re of poor quality and not warm, so it’s always been me buying for him.”
“Did Granduncle Weiming always live in the countryside before?” Jiang Zaidi followed up.
“Not exactly. After the mistress passed away, my master lived with his eldest son in the city for a few years, roughly less than three years. My master said he wasn’t used to living in the city, so he went back to the countryside to live alone,” Jiang Weisheng said. As he talked, he seemed to feel much calmer, and like a box of words had opened, he couldn’t stop talking.
“My master doesn’t like the cold. The houses in the countryside don’t have air conditioning, and the wind is strong. Their old house can’t keep out the wind at all, and without a brazier, it’s as cold as an ice cellar in winter. As soon as winter comes, I would take my master to live at my place. Actually, I think my master quite likes living in the city; it must have been Jiang Yanlu treating the master poorly that made him unwilling to live there.”
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“Actually, I’ve always felt that Master was a bit biased. Although it was because Jiang Yanlu is the eldest son, and in our time it was common for the parents to be taken care of by the eldest son, Master really went a bit too far,”
“Moreover, Jiang Yanlu is just an ungrateful wretch. How good was Master to him back in the day? Any good dish from the state-run restaurant, Master wouldn’t even eat himself and would bring it all home for him. To arrange his marriage, Master even emptied out the house and borrowed a considerable amount of money. It resulted in Jiang Yong not even having money for university living expenses, and in the end, such a creature was raised. His son isn’t any good either, doesn’t look like a decent person at all. Right after Madam passed away, Jiang Yanlu rushed to Master to borrow money. Master took out all of his retirement savings, and it still wasn’t enough, so he ended up selling off the family farmland.”
“I heard that his son is still living off his parents at home, pah!” Jiang Weisheng suddenly began to curse Jiang Yanlu and Jiang Zhe vehemently.
“Grandma…” Jiang Feng, listening, felt something was off, “How did she pass? Was she sick?”
Actually, Jiang Feng knew that Grandma Jiang Xiaoran had died from a fall, but hearing what Jiang Weisheng just said about Grandma Jiang Xiaoran having just passed and Jiang Yanlu going to Jiang Weiming to borrow money, he felt the timing was a bit too coincidental.
“After the New Year, she tripped over something piled up at the village entrance and died of a cerebral hemorrhage,” Jiang Weisheng said, “Master’s wife passed away many years ago, and it was only after she passed that Master started to really fear the cold. He didn’t used to be like that.”
Jiang Feng, holding the fire-grilled bun, was speechless.
“Right, little brother, have you told Xiaoran and the others about Granduncle Weiming being in the hospital?” Jiang Zaidi suddenly asked.
Jiang Feng then realized that while all these people visiting had filled up the hospital room, Jiang Weiming’s own son and grandchildren still didn’t know about it.
“I’ll call them and tell them now.” Jiang Feng quickly took out his phone to contact Jiang Yong and Jiang Xiaoran. When the call didn’t go through, he sent a WeChat message to both of them.
As for Jiang Yanlu, Jiang Feng didn’t have this ungrateful descendant’s contact information anyway, so whether or not to inform him was entirely up to Jiang Yong.
Jiang Feng personally felt that it would be best if Jiang Yanlu and his scum son didn’t know. Even if they did, they might not come, and if they did come, they definitely wouldn’t be of any help, and they might even affect Jiang Weiming’s mood as he recuperated.
But this was Jiang Weiming’s own family matter, and it wasn’t Jiang Feng’s place to intervene. Whether or not to inform them, and whether they came or not, was their business.
After sending the messages, Jiang Feng continued to eat quickly. After finishing their meal, the three of them packed up quite a few donkey meat buns. Jiang Zaidi sent Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming to the hospital entrance and then drove to a nearby supermarket to buy living necessities for Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Weisheng was responsible for carrying the donkey meat buns and a change of clothes, while Jiang Feng was in charge of carrying two quilts. The two of them thus struggled to walk through the densely populated Benevolent Doctor hospital, burdened with their loads. The only upside was that they were carrying enough stuff that was visibly bulky, so passersby would automatically make way for them, sparing them the need to dodge people.
Compared to Jiang Weisheng, who was holding the buns, Jiang Feng managing just the two quilts, was in a much better position. At least what he was carrying didn’t block his view and allowed him to walk straight ahead. Unlike Jiang Feng, whose vision was mostly obscured by the quilts, he had to walk sideways like a crab.
The two of them stood like this, waiting for the elevator, becoming the most conspicuous sight at the entrance of the inpatient building’s first-floor elevator bank.Update by n0vgo .c0
While waiting for the elevator, Jiang Feng continually felt like his phone in his pocket was vibrating, probably someone calling him. But since he simply couldn’t free up his hands to take it out, he had to let it keep vibrating.
Jiang Weiming’s hospital room was on the 16th floor. Once the elevator doors opened, Jiang Feng shouted loudly, “Make way, please, I can’t see! Make way!”, as he struggled to make his way through the crowd towards Jiang Weiming’s room.
Jiang Weisheng followed behind him. The moment he stepped into the inpatient building, he began to feel extremely nervous. He showed symptoms similar to when he was squatting by the flowerbed making a tearful phone call to his wife, afraid and hesitant to visit the hospital room.
“Son!”
Jiang Feng felt like his dad was calling out to him. Turning to the side, he saw that indeed, it was his dad calling him.
“Dad, what’s up?” Jiang Feng thought to himself that even Jiankang, a heavy-hitter, had been squeezed out of the room. Just how intense was the competition?
He wondered if he would be able to squeeze into the room with the quilts and all.
“I was calling you just now, but you just wouldn’t pick up. I figured you all would be back by now, and I was thinking of coming down to meet you. Granduncle Weiming has woken up, come on, hurry and bring the quilts over!” Jiang Jianshe said excitedly.
“Master’s awake?! If Master’s awake, he definitely won’t be used to the hospital’s soft pillows!” Jiang Weisheng had a jolt of realization; suddenly his fear and hesitation vanished as he clutched the pillows and dashed toward the ward, his speed so fast it was uncharacteristic of the usual Jiang Weisheng.
It was as if he was a high school student racing to the cafeteria to grab lunch at noon.
Jiang Weisheng, feeling like he was back in high school, ran so fast that he only left Jiang Feng with a view of his half-obscured back hidden by the quilts.
“Son, where’s De?” asked Jiang Jianshe.
“De went to the supermarket to buy things like toothbrushes and toothpaste for Granduncle Weiming; we didn’t bring those things, figuring it’d be fine to just buy new ones,” Jiang Feng responded.
“That’s perfect. The doctor just asked us to buy something, what was it again, said the nearby store would have it. I’ll go to the supermarket to find him. Son, hurry and bring over the quilts, everyone’s waiting for them!” Jiang Jianshe said, then headed towards the elevator entrance.
Jiang Feng: …
Dad, you could lend a hand, you know.
I can’t see the way!