Chapter 166: Iron-bending!

Jiang Yuanting's hands were cold and his fingers were trembling.

His thumb stroked the scar on his son's forehead.

There are thousands of words in my heart, but in the end it only turns into these four words - you have grown up!

Jiang Chuan grinned and said, "I'm grown up. How about it? Isn't it still strong?"

Jiang Yuanting patted his shoulder and said, "I am not as strong as me back then, but this bone is harder than me, and I even have scars. OK, okay!"

Jiang Chuan smiled brilliantly: "You have to make some progress if you are better than others."

Jiang Yuanting touched his son's scar with his hand and touched his head again. Time seemed to have returned to more than twenty years ago. The little guy who could not walk still touched his head and was giggling with his beard...

Ru Sheng looked around and smiled brightly.

This was the first time he saw his uncle smile on his face, which made him feel that it was correct to bring Jiang Chuan to the sanatorium!

"Didn't you say you won't come? Why did you still run over?" Jiang Yuanting asked.

"Luckily I'm here."

Jiang Chuan said: "If I don't come again, I will go to the rescue room to see you."

Jiang Yuanting smiled and said, "Everyone has this experience in birth, old age, sickness and death, and no one can escape it. It's just a matter of time and time."

Jiang Chuan said: "That may not be possible! I'm here to let you survive this!"

Jiang Yuanting smiled and said, "If you have this kind of heart, I will be content."

"I not only have this heart, but also this strength!"

Jiang Chuan said, "Don't worry, with me here, even if the King of Hell comes here in person, I will send him down!"

Jiang Yuanting laughed and said, "Boy, you have not only grown up, but also learned the bragging skills."

His voice was not high and his tone was very weak, but the calmness and calmness in his words were so obvious.

"I wonder how many famous doctors have come to see me over the years and tried all kinds of ways."

Jiang Yuanting said: "Even some strange people have treated me. I know how my physical condition is!

Boy, you have grown into a man, you must learn to accept it, whether it is suffering or blessings."

Jiang Chuan smiled and shook his head, stood up, and said, "Are you living in the back room? I'll push you back to the house first."

Jiang Yuanting shook his head and smiled, but did not stop him.

"Brother Sheng, please keep guarding at the door. If I don't call you, don't let anyone enter the room."

Jiang Chuan reminded Ru Sheng, and then pushed his father into the room and locked the door from inside.

Seeing his serious behavior, Jiang Yuanting was just laughing, and to stop him, he let him go, his eyes full of licking his calf.

Jiang Chuan tidied up the bed and turned around to hug his father.

"Boy, I can do it myself." Jiang Yuanting raised his hand to stop him, "Just push me to the edge of the bed."

"OK!"

Jiang Chuan nodded with a smile, "I said that my stubborn temper is inherited. It seems that my mother must be very gentle."

Suddenly hearing his son mention his wife, Jiang Yuanting's eyes darkened, and then he glared: "Do you have a bad temper?"

Jiang Chuan pushed him to the edge of the bed and smiled, "What about that?"

The two of them had just met for less than twenty minutes, and they were like enemies and fathers of many years, and they even started to bicker.

The father-son relationship contained in the blood made them naturally become flesh and blood relatives!

"Stupid brat!"

Jiang Yuanting glared at him, and then he struggled to support the edge of the bed, grabbed the handrail at the head of the bed with his other hand, and lay on the bed first, then, with both arms, pulling his whole body up.

This process was very difficult, and Jiang Yuanting was extremely difficult to do, and both of his arms were trembling.

Jiang Chuan stood beside him and watched quietly, but had no intention of helping.

He knew that Jiang Yuanting was maintaining his dignity as my son.

When a faint smell of urine came, Jiang Chuan's smile stiffened slightly. It turned out that his father was paralyzed not only his legs, but his high position was paralyzed!

"I have never admired anyone except my dad since I was a child."

Seeing Jiang Yuanting's difficult turnaround, Jiang Chuan smiled and said, "Dad, you are the second one that I admire."

Unbelievable!

A warrior with high spirits turned into a disabled person who was paralyzed at a high position and even had incontinence in urine and defecation. Jiang Yuanting survived it, and even persisted for more than twenty years.

Even now, he still refuses to give in.

This is a man of iron!

With this alone, even if we put aside the father-son relationship, Jiang Chuan still couldn't help but admire him very much.

However, the more this happens, the more angry Jiang Chuan becomes.

Because my father shouldn't have endured this!

He shouldn't have his family destroyed!

It should not be separated from flesh and blood!

He should not have endured this inhuman torture, for twenty-three years!

All of this was imposed on him by others!

Jiang Yuanting did not bow his head!

He gritted his teeth and persisted for twenty-three years with the hard bones he had born with!

Until now!

It was so far that he was almost exhausted!

Jiang Chuan's smile was still the same, but his eyes were extremely cold, and there was an extremely strong anger in his chest that was about to burst out!

"Boy, so angry?"

Jiang Yuanting's voice interrupted Jiang Chuan's thoughts, but he saw that his father was already lying on the bed.

call!

He quietly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and Jiang Chuan smiled and said, "Young man, nothing else, it's full of firepower!"

Jiang Yuanting laughed and scolded: "Boy, okay, start whatever you want, I will let you do this old bone."

Jiang Chuan nodded: "Okay, I'll give you a massage first."

He bent down, pressed his hands on Jiang Yuanting's thighs, and began to gently rub it.

Jiang Yuanting smiled but didn't say anything.

His legs, including the parts of his whole body, have been massaged by those medical staff for many times, but they have never been effective.

Any attempt to recover is just useless.

However, Jiang Yuanting did not stop it because it was his son's wish.

“Buzz…”

Suddenly, the bed beneath Jiang Yuanting raised a little.

Jiang Chuan immediately turned around and found that Jiang Yuanting was holding a small remote control in his hand. This was him controlling the bed under him and leaning against it.

"Lear down." Jiang Chuan said.

"Don't be there."

Jiang Yuanting said: "I'm used to it."

Jiang Chuan nodded: "Okay."

He did not say that leaning against this is not conducive to the circulation of qi and blood in the body, and at most it would take more effort.

Jiang Yuanting leaned against the bed and just watched his son give him a massage.

He didn't care about Jiangchuan's massage, but just looked at Jiangchuan. For him, the effect of the massage was no longer important, and it has been like this since more than 20 years ago.

He just wanted to look at his son and take a few more glances, because he didn't have much time left, and he wouldn't see him a few times if he wanted to see him again in the future.

He looked at Jiang Chuan and found that although his son looked very much like himself when he was young, in fact, the lines of his son's side face were softer than himself, and his wife's shadow could be vaguely seen.

A sick flush appeared on Jiang Yuanting's pale face, and he suddenly spoke, "Three kilometers west from here, there is a small cemetery, with the third row from the front and the seventh tomb from the left, which is your mother's."

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment, nodded, and continued to massage.

Jiang Yuanting asked, "Why, don't you want to see your mother?"

"think."

Jiang Chuan nodded and said, "But not now, I still have some things I haven't finished."
To be continued...