? To help someone, one must see it through.

Without Elder Wu, Wu Yan wouldn't be happy living alone, and it could even affect her condition.

Zhang Yang didn't want his efforts to go to waste either. "Dr.

Zhang, I know you have a way.

This old body of mine will rely on you completely!" Elder Wu glanced at his granddaughter playing in the distance, then looked up at Zhang Yang and spoke softly.

Zhang Yang's words had indeed struck a chord.

He desperately wanted to stay with Wu Yan for a few more years, and he worried terribly about what would become of his granddaughter if anything happened to him. "Extend your hand!" Zhang Yang smiled faintly, and Elder Wu immediately offered his arm.

Zhang Yang did not reply, but his actions told Elder Wu that he was willing to help cure him.

The illness Elder Wu suffered from was Parkinson's, something Zhang Yang had deduced from observing him recently.

Elder Wu concealed it well, but small, everyday details had betrayed him.

His fingers settled on Elder Wu’s pulse point, and Zhang Yang closed his eyes to feel the rhythm.

Elder Wu's pulse was faint, a consequence of long-term use of various medications.

Not only did he have Parkinson's, but his body was also riddled with the residual side effects of these drugs, which were extremely harmful.

He was currently like a volcano on the verge of eruption; serene before the blast, but resulting in utter devastation once it unleashed.

It took a full three minutes before Zhang Yang released his hand and opened his eyes.

Even Elder Wu, a man who had weathered countless storms, was incredibly nervous at this moment.

Having confirmed his granddaughter was safe, a powerful will to survive surged within him. "Your illness is a bit more troublesome than I initially thought!" After a pause, Zhang Yang spoke softly.

Elder Wu’s condition was indeed worse than he had anticipated.

He had been taking good medicine, which provided decent results, but the underlying risks were higher.

Elder Wu's eyes dimmed slightly, but Zhang Yang continued, "However, there is a way.

Follow my regimen slowly, and you will certainly have enough time to accompany Yan Yan until she comes of age!" "Really? Do you, Dr.

Zhang, possess some kind of miraculous elixir?" Elder Wu abruptly raised his head, looking at Zhang Yang with ecstatic hope.

He knew his illness better than anyone; the doctors had no definitive cure for him either, only ways to suppress it for the time being.

He was acutely aware of the consequences should it flare up.

When Zhang Yang said there was a way, Elder Wu’s mind instinctively leaped to the Immortal Fruit Pill Zhang Yang had given Wu Yan.

It seemed only such a spiritual medicine could truly help him.

However, when he voiced this, he had no ulterior motives; he was purely excited by the thought. "I apologize; I lost my composure.

Possessing even one of those elixirs is a rare fortune.

I am already content that Yan Yan was blessed with one!" Elder Wu immediately shook his head, realizing his question had been too abrupt. "You don't need that kind of elixir; I can still treat you!" Zhang Yang smiled faintly.

Of course, he had more elixirs; he had more than a dozen back home, but he didn't say so.

Human hearts are unfathomable.

Elder Wu seemed like a good man, but Zhang Yang didn't want him to know too many of his secrets.

These elixirs were life-saving things; if news got out, it might attract ill intentions.

Moreover, his illness truly didn't require the Immortal Fruit Pill.

While his Parkinson's was severe, Zhang Yang happened to have another method.

Coincidentally, before the plane crash in his previous life, Zhang Yang’s research focused on Parkinson's disease.

The last patient he treated before that accident also suffered from it.

He had already developed a relatively mature treatment protocol for this condition.

Patients treated by him saw immense improvement.

If it weren't for a few remaining insurmountable challenges, he might have directly conquered the disease.

If he had succeeded in his past life, no one could have stopped him from winning the Nobel Prize in Medicine—it would have been his. "There is a way.

Good, good, thank you, Dr.

Zhang!" Elder Wu was visibly moved; his emotions had been on a rollercoaster today.

Regardless of the process, the outcome was good for him.

At this moment, he placed complete trust in Zhang Yang.

If Zhang Yang said he could cure it, he absolutely could, and he would have ample time to spend with his granddaughter.

This, to him, was the most important and joyful prospect.

It was already two in the morning when Zhang Yang left Elder Wu’s residence.

Elder Wu and Wu Yan escorted him to the elevator.

Today's results were quite good, exceeding Zhang Yang’s expectations somewhat.

Five years—he could accomplish a great deal in five years.

Not to mention whether the Treasure-Seeking Mouse could find him new rare materials within that time, his own progress would be substantial.

By then, helping Wu Yan would give him more certainty.

If all else failed, keeping one more Immortal Fruit Pill could extend her life.

Then there was Elder Wu's illness.

Elder Wu’s condition was a perfect opportunity for Zhang Yang to continue the research from his previous life.

Parkinson's was tricky, something Zhang Yang had constantly tried to conquer but never succeeded before his death.

Now, with Elder Wu suffering from it so severely, it provided him a chance to continue his studies.

Nevertheless, even though it was research, Zhang Yang would put forth his best effort to protect this pair of grandparents and granddaughter.

The next day, Zhang Yang unusually did not wake up early.

Yesterday had been exhausting; he needed extra sleep to recover, lest it negatively affect his health.

After waking, he meditated and cultivated for a while; only then did his body feel somewhat better, and his inner strength had largely recovered.

Unfortunately, the medicinal power of the Thousand-Year Ginseng Pill was almost entirely depleted.

While the Thousand-Year Ginseng Pill was less potent than it used to be, to have it nearly exhausted in a single day demonstrated the immense consumption Zhang Yang experienced yesterday.

Yet, there was a benefit: Zhang Yang felt his inner strength had increased by another degree, drawing him ever closer to his peak condition from his past life.

Because he woke late, Long Cheng and Huang Hai had already left before he could eat breakfast; the two of them had gone out together somewhere.

Wang Chen and Li Ya, those two rascals, had left the hotel early, each with a beauty in tow, and their whereabouts were now unknown.

Su Zhantao and Yang Ling were also absent.

He was the only one left in the hotel now.

After lingering in his room for a while, Zhang Yang decided to visit the villa belonging to Elder Wu.

He could no longer refer to it as Elder Wu's villa; he had already been gifted the property, and ownership now belonged entirely to Zhang Yang.

Even Zhang Yang hadn't expected to acquire a house in Shanghai before buying one in Changjing, and such a grand villa at that.

Zhang Yang understood the value of this property, realizing its future appreciation potential was limitless.

This house alone was sufficient payment for his consultation fees, though the Immortal Fruit Pill was certainly worth more than that.

The house was not close to the hotel where they were staying; Zhang Yang drove for over an hour to get there.

Fortunately, his memory was quite good; he generally remembered roads he had traveled, otherwise, he might not have found the place at all.

The main gate of the house was closed.

After parking his car, Zhang Yang walked over and rang the doorbell.

There were people in this house: a butler, three maids, two drivers, and one cook.

Elder Wu had informed him of this.

Moreover, Elder Wu had already instructed everyone there that the owner had changed to Zhang Yang, though their salaries were still being paid by Elder Wu. "Sir, you have returned!" The man who opened the door was the butler, Nan Cheng, who bowed slightly to Zhang Yang, as if Zhang Yang had always been the master of the residence.

He was a shrewd man in his fifties.

Elder Wu had mentioned that Nan Cheng had specifically studied in England and was a professional with an international butler certification.

Elder Wu held this man in high regard, saying that leaving the management of this villa to him was completely fine, requiring no further worry from Zhang Yang.

Trailing behind him were the three maids and two drivers.

One of the drivers hurried forward to help Zhang Yang move his car into the compound.

These staff members had all seen Zhang Yang when he last visited. "It's nothing; I'm just stopping by to look.

Continue with whatever you were doing.

I won't be staying here for a while," Zhang Yang said with a slight smile.

This was the truth; he still needed to return to Changjing and wouldn't be back anytime soon.

However, even if he wasn't physically present, the house needed occupants.

Otherwise, such a large property, if left unattended, would quickly become filthy, making his eventual stay uncomfortable. "You may return whenever you wish, Sir.

This place will always be your home!" Nan Cheng bowed lightly again and led Zhang Yang inside.

Walking behind the butler, Zhang Yang felt a distinctly different sensation, taking in the surroundings with careful appreciation.

Last time he was a guest; this time, he was the owner—the change was so significant he hadn't anticipated it.

This villa was far superior to the one he lived in during his previous life.

Even in Shanghai, a residence of this caliber was considered exceptional.

In his past life, he had considered buying a house this large.

However, the price for such properties was too high then.

While his assets were considerable, he lacked sufficient liquid cash, and since he already owned several properties, he temporarily gave up on the idea.

This, in a way, was a small regret from his previous existence. "Sir, this villa has two gardens, one main building, and two storage houses..." Upon entering the living room, Butler Nan Cheng first brewed a pot of fine tea for Zhang Yang, then stood respectfully by his side, slowly detailing everything about the villa.

His description was thorough yet concise; within minutes, Zhang Yang gained a deeper understanding of the property, as if knowing every corner and the specific duties of every individual.

Currently, only six people were in the villa besides the butler.

This staff was sufficient just to maintain the house, but if Zhang Yang moved in with more people, additional staff would be necessary.

Contingency plans were in place; Nan Cheng was in contact with several housekeeping agencies for immediate supplementary hiring.

Furthermore, Zhang Yang was free to replace any current staff if he was dissatisfied, including the butler Nan Cheng—all of this Nan Cheng made clear to Zhang Yang.

After finishing his introductions, Nan Cheng stood quietly beside Zhang Yang, remaining respectful.

He understood clearly that the young man before him was his future master.

Nan Cheng was indeed talented; obtaining an international butler certificate was no easy feat, and his capabilities were such that many would eagerly hire him.

This included several large property management companies that had previously contacted him.

However, his bond with Elder Wu was unique; without Elder Wu, he would never go anywhere else, nor would he seek other employment.

A friend commented that Little Yu owed a chapter; the two chapters from the day before yesterday were not fully made up yesterday, only one was cleared.

Little Yu wants to clarify here: perhaps it wasn't made clear the day before yesterday.

Little Yu said he would make them up the day after tomorrow, meaning one chapter yesterday and another today.

While taking advantage of the remaining vacation days, Little Yu wanted to relax slightly and allow his body some rest.

These two days are set for the minimum guaranteed updates, plus the backlog recovery, making it three chapters.

Three chapters do not place excessive pressure on Little Yu and serve the purpose of relaxation.

Since friends offered suggestions, there will be four chapters today as compensation.

I hope that while everyone is enjoying themselves, they won't forget Little Yu and will kindly cast a few monthly votes to support me...