Perhaps Su Yunmeng's medicine is just a catalyst. The old man's spirit will be destroyed for a long time. No matter how powerful a person is, he will collapse.

"How could it be? Hasn't your wife always been nice to you? She's gentle, isn't she?"

When talking about the deceased wife, the old man's expression became gentle, as if he was recalling the past.

"Yes, Xuelan is very good, she is very good, but unfortunately she is sick."

"Why is she sick?"

Chu Wei had already walked to the butler and could grab the fork with just raising her hand, but she did not act rashly and still asked Grandpa He softly.

"It's all because of me. At that time, I was busy doing business all day. She had to take care of three children alone and was reluctant to eat good food. The problem of being tired was caused by the cold at the beginning, so she didn't take it seriously. I still ran outside all day."

"Grandma He really loves you because she is afraid that you will worry about her when she says it, right?"

"Yes, she always took care of everything herself, and later she turned into tuberculosis. At that time, the medical conditions were poor, and a small tuberculosis could kill people."

"Grandma He is a very kind person. She doesn't want her husband to worry about trivial matters in the family anymore."

"Yes, she has always been kind."

"Grandpa, please see who is in front of you? He is the butler who has been with you for decades."

Mr. He was shocked and didn't know why he pressed his fork against him. He quickly let go of his hand and fell to the ground. Li Baojian hurriedly helped the butler to walk aside.

He Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. He looked confused: "I...what is wrong with me?"

Chu Wei knew that he was just a brief awakening, and most of the time, he still could not defeat his consciousness.

"You're okay, you're okay."

He Wenyuan stepped forward and helped his grandfather: "Let's go to the living room first."

Chu Wei treated the butler for some time, but fortunately the injury was not serious.

He Wenyuan took care of his grandfather and finished an Ansheng breakfast.

It was sunny outside, and He Wenyuan took the recliner to the yard: "Grandpa, let's talk to you today."

The old man was as happy as a child: "Okay, no one has talked to me for a long time."

The chair was placed, Chu Wei sat beside him. Her voice was very soft and she had a soothing effect when she spoke softly.

"Tell us about grandma, we all want to know."

Speaking of his deceased wife, Mr. He seemed to have endless things to say.

"She is very nice and gentle. She was poor at that time. She made a living by washing clothes for others. I was out all day..."

After talking with the old man for a long time, Chu Wei used similar methods to depict a picture. In the small yard in late spring, his wife was playing with a few children in the yard. He was doing carpenters aside and said he wanted to make a small Trojan horse for his younger son.

The old man fell asleep as he listened.

He Wenyuan covered him with a thin blanket and asked him to fall asleep like this in the yard, and then pulled Chu Wei to the side.

“I feel it seems useful.”

Chu Wei shook his head.

"What's the meaning?"

"Do you think mental illness is just psychological illness? In fact, most of the reasons are not only psychological but also physical illness. It does not mean that he can recover by talking to him every day and enlightening him."

He Wenyuan: "I really thought I could enlighten me."

Chu Wei glanced at him: "After all, he is the boss of a large hospital, so he has no common sense."
Chapter completed!