After a long while, the old man finally opened his mouth. "Yanhe, Jiajia."
He glanced over in this direction and said flatly, "Come over for a bit and meet Grandpa Ji."
Lu Yanhe put his son back on the hospital bed, then walked over and took Su Jia's hand.
The two of them walked over side by side, greeted another elderly man in his sixties, and addressed him politely.
Although Lu Yanhe grew up being disciplined by his father, he'd also spent plenty of time with his own grandfather when he was a kid.
So he more or less had some impression of those friends his grandfather knew better.
They hadn't met many times, but he still remembered who this man was.
The famously retired commander from the Lancheng Military Region— even if you didn't know him personally, you'd have seen his face on TV.
Without making a show of it, Su Jia quietly stepped back a few paces, then tugged on Lu Chen's homeroom teacher and asked in a low voice, "Ms. Sun, what exactly happened?"
