Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 369 - 327: Lu Family Recognizes Relatives 4_1

Chapter 369: Chapter 327: Lu Family Recognizes Relatives 4_1

Dean Lu couldn’t help stepping forward and tugged at the other person, "Little brother, why are you still here? Get out quickly."

"Big brother." After Lu Lao’er called him, he voiced his concerns, "Although Xia Ningxing says she’s confident in treating him, puncturing acupuncture points is no trivial matter. What if something goes wrong? Can she take that responsibility?"

These words made the Lu family members who had walked out of the sickroom freeze in their tracks.

Indeed, nothing is absolutely certain; what if something does go wrong?

Once they calmed down, the initial excitement faded, leaving only a deep worry and unease.

Aunt Lu hastened to ask Xia Ningxing, "Miss Xia, could there be any mishaps?"

"In theory, there could be," Xia Ningxing nodded, but she didn’t say what she felt—that the mishap would definitely not occur with Sir Lu.

But saying this was useless; who would believe something intangible and unseen?

Lu Lao’er, as if he had caught some handle, sneered, "You all heard her, she doesn’t have complete confidence!"

Xia Ningxing couldn’t help but take a careful look at him, regarding him with the kind of look one reserves for the intellectually challenged.

Any minor surgery could potentially involve a lot of unforeseen issues, let alone for someone in as critical a condition as Sir Lu.

Moreover, Xia Ningxing noticed that despite being brothers with Dean Lu, there wasn’t the slightest resemblance between their brows.

Dean Lu had the same rugged, sharp features as Sir Lu, brimming with a masculine energy.

As for Lu Lao’er, although he was also a person of appearance, his features were softer, perhaps more like their mother.

Dean Lu’s brow furrowed as he said in a gentle tone, "Little brother, accidents can happen in any situation, and nothing is 100% certain. Moreover, father’s days are numbered. If we don’t treat him, his death is certain, but if we do, there’s still a chance of survival!"

In fact, Dean Lu was a hot-tempered man who would have already bombarded anyone else with a barrage of professional knowledge.

But he couldn’t bring himself to be so harsh with Lu Lao’er.

Because he had once done something terribly wrong to him.

That thing was...

Over forty years ago, he lost him when he was just five years old.

It wasn’t until twenty years ago that they found him, which lessened the guilt in his heart somewhat. Since then, he has doted on him as if he were his own son, and even publicly vowed that in the future, he would let the little brother inherit everything from the Lu family to make up for his past mistakes.

Lu Lao’er insisted, "Brother, I disagree. If we don’t save him, Dad might live a little longer, but if she treats him and something goes wrong, we could be sending Dad off earlier. Big brother, I just can’t bear to lose our father!"

As he spoke, Lu Lao’er even squeezed out a few tears, looking genuinely distressed.

But his eyes clearly flickered with a calculating gleam. He wasn’t worried about Sir Lu dying from the treatment; he was worried about Sir Lu being saved.

Indeed, that was Lu Lao’er’s very concern.

He did not want Sir Lu to be saved!

Because as long as Sir Lu died, it would be time for the Lu family to split up and go their separate ways; then the eldest branch of the Lu family would have to keep their promise and let him inherit everything, while they would have to pack up and leave the old mansion.

He had been eagerly awaiting this!

So how could he possibly hope for Sir Lu to be saved now!

In the end, it wasn’t even his real father; if he died, so be it!

"Little brother, don’t cry. If you cry, it hurts me too," Dean Lu thought he was genuinely struggling with the prospect of losing their father and hastily consoled, then continued to persuade, "Little brother, I believe in Miss Xia. Let’s let her try..."

As Dean Lu was persuading him, Sir Lu suddenly let out a weak, painful cough from the hospital bed.

The brothers turned their heads, only to see that Sir Lu had actually opened his eyes.

"Dad!"

Dean Lu’s eyes reddened as he hurriedly rushed over.

After being in a coma for a month, this was the first time he had seen Sir Lu awake.

This was because Xia Ningxing had secretly pinched Sir Lu’s acupoints, allowing him to regain consciousness to make his own decision, to avoid the endless bickering between Dean Lu and his brother.

Sir Lu looked weakly at him with his turbid eyes. After a long time, he finally recognized him: "It’s you, my eldest... "

"Dad! It’s me!" Tears fell from Dean Lu’s eyes as he quickly responded.

Jianren also came over at this time: "Dad!"

After coughing a few times, Sir Lu struggled to spit out a few words: "Jianren, my eldest, I heard everything you were just saying. I, cough cough, I’ve decided to let this girl treat me, whether I live or die, and you must not trouble the young lady afterward."

Dean Lu promptly promised, his eyes red: "Dad, rest assured, we definitely won’t cause any trouble for Miss Xia."

"Dad, your son disagrees..." Lu Lao’er was still voicing his objection.

Nonsense, if he was cured, who knew how many more years he would have to wait for this old man to kick the bucket.

"Jianren, Dad knows you can’t bear to part with Dad...." Sir Lu felt immensely guilty towards his younger son who had been missing for many years, and now his aged hand was holding him, his eyes full of boundless affection: "Dad can’t bear to part with you either, but this matter is decided now."

Sir Lu was determined to let Xia Ningxing treat him.

After all, either way, it was a matter of life and death, so why not take a chance? Perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope.

Lu Lao’er was choked up, understanding that his cheap father was a stubborn man, and once he made up his mind, it would never be changed.

Hence, he could only force a smile, patting Sir Lu’s head: "Since Dad has made up his mind, I won’t try to persuade you anymore. I hope Dad gets better."

"Good, good, good...."

Sir Lu responded while coughing.

After saying a few more nice things, Lu Lao’er walked out of the ward unwillingly, his heart relentlessly hoping that Xia Ningxing would do better to treat Sir Lu to death!

Then he could inherit the Lu Family’s fortune and reach the pinnacle of his life!

Inside the hospital room, it suddenly became quiet.

Xia Ningxing was disinfecting silver needles.

Sir Lu took out a pocket watch from the pocket of his hospital gown, opened it, and stared at it silently.

If Xia Ningxing were to turn around at this moment, she would definitely see a black-and-white photo inside the cover of the pocket watch, with the little boy looking at least seventy to eighty percent similar to Lu Tingli as a child.

And around his neck, there was a gold locket.

Sir Lu looked and looked as if he wanted to etch the little boy forever in his mind.

His son had already been found, and even if death awaited him next, he would have no regrets in this life.

He smiled, closed the pocket watch, and put it back into his pocket.

Afterward, he raised his eyes to assess Xia Ningxing, his gaze gradually filled with affection.

This girl is good!

If he could still live on, he would definitely speak to his grandson about her, wanting her to become his granddaughter-in-law.