Chapter 1,739 Already Returning to the West

Qianhe led her to the second floor. Kamiya Kiku's room was on the second floor. Downstairs, Ye Qingqing saw the children again and the aunt she was quarreling with rolled her eyes several times.

Several other people were sitting quietly, the atmosphere was quite heavy, and their expressions were very solemn. It seemed that they still had feelings for Kamiya Kiku, their father, except for the aunt, who really didn't look like she had feelings for her father, nor was she energetic. Roll your eyes with her!

Ye Qingqing sneered, pointed his middle finger at the aunt, and said another word, "shit!"

She is not a good-natured person. She dares to scold him if he rolls his eyes!

The aunt's face changed drastically, and she opened her mouth to scold, but was stopped by a man. The man was about the same age as the aunt, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Chiga. He should be the eldest son of Kamiya Kiku, and he was very authoritative. One look made the aunt shut up, and she was resentful. He rolled his eyes at her a few more times.

Ye Qingqing had never paid attention to these people. Now that he knew their identities, he took a closer look while going up the stairs. Among the five siblings, the aunt should be the eldest. The remaining four were all men, and the youngest was in his forties or fifties. Years old.

What caught her attention was the youngest one, sitting alone on the sofa in the corner, looking out of place with his brothers and sisters, and exuding gloom all over his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

As if sensing Ye Qingqing's gaze, the man raised his head, looked at her, quickly moved his eyes, and lowered his head again.

Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. She could clearly feel the panic in the man's eyes, and his fists were clenched unconsciously, and his back was straight, indicating that the man was very nervous at this time.

What is he nervous about?

Ye Qingqing didn't have time to think about it because the stairs had already been climbed. She followed Qianhe to see Kamiya Kiku and asked about the old thief.

"Father is in good spirits. He drank half a bowl of millet porridge last night. I think dad will definitely be able to survive!" Qianhe was very happy and confident, and was also very grateful to Ye Qingqing.

Ye Qingqing frowned, it didn't sound like good news. This old thief was quite resistant and actually survived.

Qianhe opened the door, and Kamiya Kiku lay quietly on the bed, sleeping soundly.

"Why is father still sleeping? He has been sleeping all morning. Let me wake him up!" Qianhe felt strange. He came to check on his father every hour and was sleeping all the time. How could he sleep for so long? starter

"No need to scream, let me check like this. How long has Mr. Kamiya slept?"

Ye Qingqing had a strange feeling. She approached the bed, intending to take the old thief's pulse first and inquire about the situation. Patients with terminal cancer could not sleep peacefully at all. It was really strange that the old thief slept so deeply.

"It's been at least four hours. The nurse said that my father has been sleeping since five o'clock. I got up at seven o'clock and came to see him twice. He has been sleeping the whole time. Until now, Miss Ye's treatment seems to be very effective. My father has not slept for a long time. I feel so at ease!" Qianhe admired Ye Qingqing so much that just one treatment made her father feel better. The Chinese medical skills were indeed miraculous.

Ye Qingqing frowned even more tightly. How could he sleep for four hours?

Something is very wrong.

She grabbed Kamiya Kiku's skinny hand. It was as cold as a dead body and made people's hair stand on end. Ye Qingqing's heart sank and she felt her pulse. Sure enough...

This old thief is dead.

Ye Qingqing turned over Kamiya Kiku's body, his expression was very peaceful, as if he was asleep. No wonder Qianhe didn't notice.

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