The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter

Originally, their agreement was that Situ Xin would just help Old Deng check his symptoms, and then she would go back and consult with her master. Situ Xin had agreed to this as well. But just now, after taking Old Deng’s pulse, Situ Xin changed her mind. Old Deng’s condition was really not very optimistic, and although it seemed okay on the surface, it was in fact a sign that he was having a brief rally before the end. Of course, Situ Xin did not forget to ask for the opinion of the person involved. "Grandpa Deng, do you trust me?" Situ Xin had made up her mind—if Old Deng answered that he trusted her, she would definitely do her best to cure his illness and also nourish his body. If Old Deng’s answer was not this, then she was sorry, but she would not meddle any further.

"Xiao Xin, Grandpa Deng trusts you," Old Deng said as he looked at the 9-year-old girl in front of him, who asked him so seriously whether he trusted her. Any doubt that Old Deng might originally have had completely disappeared. "You three need not be so nervous. I am aware of my own body’s condition—I’m at the point where it can’t get any worse. I know what you three are worried about." After speaking to the three elders, Old Deng turned to his wife: "Old lady, you are very clear about my health. If anything goes wrong while Xiao Xin is treating me, you know what to do."

Situ Xin was moved by Old Deng’s words—she could feel his complete trust in her. And she also knew that Old Deng’s words were entirely meant to reassure her grandfather, her external grandfather, and Grandpa Xiao.

"Grandpa Deng, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you," Situ Xin said earnestly. As she spoke, Situ Xin began to take an exquisite wooden box out of the bag she carried with her. "Grandma Deng, grandpa, external grandfather, and Grandpa Xiao, please step outside for a moment, I’m going to treat Grandpa Deng."

"Baby, I..." Old Master Situ began to say something, but in the end, he opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Xiao Xin, I am entrusting Grandpa Deng to you," Old Lady Deng said, her eyes full of concern. She walked towards the door of the sickroom, looking back several times reluctantly. "Grandma Deng, don’t worry, I will return a lively and hopping Grandpa Deng to you," Situ Xin said, lightening the mood.

When only Situ Xin and Old Deng were left in the sickroom, Situ Xin said, "Grandpa Deng, I think you know that Parkinson’s disease is a mental disorder, so I will be using acupuncture to treat you. While using acupuncture, there will be a certain amount of pain."

"It’s okay, this level of pain, your Grandpa Deng can bear," Old Deng said with a smile.