Chapter 16

Su Yang's college life was quite comfortable. He was not bound by any constraints and had three subordinates following him around, leading him to taste all kinds of delicious food in Shanghai.

Of course, Su Yang always treated his subordinates very well. In a few days, he successively used the True Qi of the Vast Sky to clear the blocked meridians in their bodies and taught them a set of advanced qi cultivation techniques.

After that, the three subordinates, who had received benefits and experienced a significant improvement in their physical condition, became even more loyal to Su Yang.

During this period, Su Yang also tried to talk to Zhao Yar, but as Ling Jianghai had said, she completely ignored him, not even giving the most basic response, which made Su Yang quite helpless.

If it were someone else, Su Yang would have a thousand ways to make them pay attention to him, but facing his granddaughter from another era, he was at a loss.

On the school rooftop, the fat Gao Ming decisively offered advice to his leader: "Zhao Yar is known as the eternal ice queen. She doesn't even bother with teachers, let alone classmates."

"Boss, I have an idea. You can cater to her interests. Her only hobby is taekwondo. With your abilities, you can easily shock the dojang."

Beside him, Cao Kai added, "That's a good idea. I heard that next week, the school's taekwondo club invited a sixth-degree black belt from South Korea to provide on-site guidance to the students. It's said that this guy has won awards in international competitions and is known as the youngest black belt master in South Korea. If our boss spars with him..."

"Right, little girls like strong men!" Ling Jianghai added, sharing his insights on dating, which he had gained at a young age.

Su Yang pondered for a while. Although he didn't entirely agree, he felt it was a way to enter Zhao Yar's life circle. He nodded and said, "Sign me up. I'll go and check it out next week."

On the weekend, Xiao Wei went to Hangzhou to shoot an external scene. Su Yang, with a thought, went to Hengshan Road again. This time, the guard at the villa gate welcomed him with a smile, clearly the result of the top leader in the villa giving special instructions.

The white-haired old man, upon seeing Su Yang, eagerly pulled him into the study and said, "I've been pondering the character you wrote last time for several days. I finally got a bit of a grasp. I wrote a few characters, take a look."

Su Yang didn't dampen his enthusiasm. He observed the characters for a while and nodded, "It seems you've survived through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The brushwork is a bit weak, but the style is already somewhat formed. It's not bad."

If someone else had given such an evaluation, the old man would not have been pleased, but after seeing Su Yang's calligraphy, he regarded Su Yang's level as that of a master. He replied happily, "Of course, I fought for eight years in the Anti-Japanese War and three years in the Civil War, participating in over a hundred battles. I have taken the lives of thousands."

Hearing this, Su Yang's respect for the old man increased. He always held a deep respect for those who had saved the country from peril, a sentiment that had never changed from ancient times to the present.

"Little friend, did you come this time to give me a few characters in exchange for a meal?"

The old man was clearly in a very good mood, joking for the first time and even changing his address to "little friend." If someone who knew the old man's identity saw this, they would be shocked.

After all, the old man was a founding hero, though he had retired, his children held high positions in the military and political circles. If the old man were to throw a tantrum, even the central government would have a headache.

From Su Yang's perspective, he didn't care about the old man's status. Due to his respect for the old man's iron-blooded experience of saving the country, he reluctantly accepted the title of "little friend" and turned the topic to his purpose, "I want to go to the East China Convalescent Hospital."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll take you. I haven't visited my old comrade for a while anyway."

Mentioning this, the old man sighed, "To be honest, I'm quite curious. Why are you looking for my old comrade at such a young age?"

"You'll know when we get there." Su Yang smiled, his expression enigmatic.

Ten minutes later, a military jeep arrived at the villa. The guard, Xiao Dong, drove, and another middle-aged man in a black suit with sunglasses sat in the passenger seat. The old man also got in, and Su Yang didn't hesitate, sitting in the back with the old man.

After getting in the car, Su Yang said with interest, "Old sir, your bodyguard's internal martial arts are quite good, even better than yours."

The old man had practiced internal martial arts with a master since childhood and had never neglected them, which was why he could still maintain such agility at his age.

Only a few old comrades and his close associates knew about this. Su Yang's comment surprised the old man, but recalling how Su Yang had written the character "kill" on the rosewood table with his finger, the old man understood.

He smiled faintly, "I can't compare to young people. Xiao Liu is one of the top ten bodyguards in Zhongnanhai. His strength is so powerful that he can split a large ox with one palm. I can't match him."

The middle-aged man, called Xiao Liu by the old man, turned and nodded when the old man mentioned him. Although he wore sunglasses, Su Yang could keenly feel the intense gaze focused on him.

"Your Shaolin Great Vajra Fist is not yet fully developed. You are far from the realm of 'fist and Zen as one,' but in this era, your internal martial arts are already quite good."

Su Yang's casual words deeply impressed the man, who no longer dared to underestimate Su Yang. The ability to see through his cultivation of the Shaolin Great Vajra Fist and to mention the highest realm of "fist and Zen as one" was truly remarkable.

The old man also noticed Xiao Liu's expression and found Su Yang even more mysterious. He marveled, "Little friend, your skills are truly astonishing. I wonder who taught you such abilities."

Su Yang smiled but said nothing, thinking to himself, "If I say I was taught by the evil emperor of the late Sui dynasty, would you believe me?"

The journey to the East China Convalescent Hospital took less than two hours. Xiao Dong drove the car into the compound, which was a specialized institution for state officials, with strict security. However, for the old man's car, there was no obstruction, and it proceeded smoothly.

After all, no one in the compound would be so blind as to not recognize the military license plates on the jeep.

The convalescent hospital was vast. They drove all the way to the back, where a red building that didn't look particularly impressive came into view.

The car stopped, and before anyone could get out, a man in his fifties with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses opened the car door.

"Old Zhou, why didn't you notify me before coming? I could have arranged for someone to pick you up."

The man who opened the door was the director of the convalescent hospital. This was not the first time he had rushed to greet the old man due to his sudden visit.

"What's there to notify? I don't like special treatment. I just missed my old comrade and brought a little friend to visit him."

The old man got out of the car and said casually, "You go about your business. You don't need to entertain me. I've been here before, and I know the way."

The director clearly knew the old leader's temper and responded, "That won't do. How can I not entertain you when you come?"

"Fine, if you want to accompany me, then come along. I'll go see my old comrade first." The old man took the lead, and Su Yang followed closely, curiously observing the interior of the building.

It had to be admitted that although the exterior was unremarkable, the interior of the red building was luxuriously decorated, with all kinds of facilities, surpassing even five-star hotels.

"This is the leaders' building. Almost everyone living here is an old comrade who survived the Anti-Japanese War." Old Zhou explained to Su Yang, "I don't know what these young people are thinking, making it so luxurious. I can't get used to living in such a place."

On the third floor, Xiao Dong and Xiao Liu stopped at the entrance, and the director accompanied Old Zhou and Su Yang into a spacious and bright ward.

At the bedside, two beautiful nurses were on duty. An old man lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and was connected to a respirator and an ECG monitor, looking as if he was near the end of his life.

Seeing the director enter, the two nurses quickly stood up to greet him. At Old Zhou's indication, the director asked the two nurses to leave the ward.

"How's the situation recently?" Old Zhou looked at his old comrade on the bed and asked sadly.

"We are trying a new drug. Old General Lu's will is very strong. Although he remains unconscious, I believe he has never given up. There is still hope."

"The last time I saw him conscious was half a year ago. You always say there's hope, but why haven't we seen any results?" Old Zhou said with a hint of anger.

"Old leader, please don't get upset." The director's forehead was sweating. "Old General Lu's stroke was quite severe. We have been working hard."

"Alright, alright, don't talk about these empty words. You go out first. I want to sit with my old comrade alone." Old Zhou waved his hand, and the director wisely walked out, glancing at Su Yang, who was observing the old man on the bed.

"He's with me. You don't need to worry. Just go out." Old Zhou said again.

After the door closed, Old Zhou sat beside the bed, sighing, "Old comrade, you can't give up! I'm waiting for a big drink with you. Just open your eyes, and I'll give you the two bottles of 1952 Flying Fairy Maotai I have at home."

"He's the owner of that villa, right? His surname is Lu?" Su Yang walked to the bedside.

Hearing this, Old Zhou, remembering that Su Yang was still there, composed himself and shook his head, "I thought bringing you here might give us a chance, to see if my old comrade could wake up for a moment. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"No problem. With me here, it's not difficult to make him wake up." Su Yang was certain that the old man on the bed was the person he was looking for.

"What?" Old Zhou's eyes widened in surprise.

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