Lu Tiande's words were so serious that even though Meng Zhenzhong had doubts in his heart, he did not dare to say anything more.
If something happened, he didn't want to take all the responsibility on himself.
At this juncture, we don’t seek merit, but we seek no faults.
After the group of people exited the room, Lu Tiande gave Meng Tianzheng a few more injections to promote the effectiveness of the medicine.
Soon after, Meng Tianzheng's consciousness gradually returned to normal. Although his body was weak, at least his eyes were clear.
He looked at Jiang Zhihao, who was supporting him, with obvious doubts in his eyes.
Lu Tiande knew that some words were not suitable for Jiang Zhihao to say in person, so he said from the side: "His name is Jiang Zhihao, he is your grandson, and his mother is your little girl Meng Lanyu."
The confusion in Meng Tianzheng's eyes disappeared, replaced by astonishment, and his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
But because he was too weak, his words were just a bunch of fuzzy gas and could not be heard clearly.
Jiang Zhihao helped him lie down and said: "This is Mr. Lu Tiande, the master of traditional Chinese medicine I invited to treat you. Your ability to wake up is all due to Mr. Lu's superb medical skills."
"Anyway, if Mr. Jiang hadn't provided the recipe for the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill, I wouldn't have been able to save him even if I had great abilities," Lu Tiande said.
These words are partly to praise Jiang Zhihao and partly to be sincere.
The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill was the key to Meng Tianzheng's recovery, followed by Lu Tiande's acupuncture skills.
After hearing their conversation, Meng Tianzheng felt extremely complicated.
He knew that he was seriously ill, and he also knew that basically no hospital could cure him, and he was already waiting to die.
However, he never expected that the person who pulled him back from hell when he was about to die would be his grandson whom he met for the first time.
Meng Tianzheng felt as if his five-flavor bottle had been knocked over when he thought of his daughter who had once been the pride of heaven.
Lying on the hospital bed, he asked with a trembling voice: "Your mother...is she here?"
Maybe it's because people who are about to die can speak kindly, and the resentment in the past has long disappeared. Over the years, Meng Tianzheng himself has some regrets.
Jiang Zhihao saw the complicated expression on his face and asked subconsciously: "Have you ever regretted driving my mother away for the benefit of the family?"
Meng Tianzheng was slightly startled. This question made his expression more bitter.
Jiang Zhihao saw the answer from his expression, and his heart couldn't help but ripples.
He didn't have many demands on the Meng family. He only wanted to do two things, one was to support his second uncle Meng Shufeng in power, and the other was to make the Meng family regret their neglect of the mother and son.
After taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhihao said quietly: "My mother died of illness ten years ago."
Meng Tianzheng was stunned for a moment, his expression stiff.
He exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes. From the slight twitching of the corners of his mouth, both Jiang Zhihao and Lu Tiande could easily see the trembling in his heart.
Jiang Zhihao clenched his fists. He wanted to ask this person, if you regret it now, why did you drive her away in the first place?