Amazing! The mighty dragon is out of prison!!

Ke Qirui breathed a sigh of relief before walking with Qin Mo to the central courtyard, which was also the main courtyard of the entire Ke family's old residence.

Upon entering this door, a strong smell of medicine immediately greets you.

Upon entering the main house, the medicinal smell became so strong that it almost made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Qin Mo frowned slightly and asked Ke Qirui, "What's going on? Your grandfather's body is being kept alive with Western medicine's intravenous nutrition, so why does it smell so strongly of Chinese medicine?"

Ke Qirui was also a bit stunned, seemingly completely unprepared for this scene.

"Well... I'm not quite sure either, but it might be a doctor brought by my uncle and his family."

Ke Qirui sighed: "My eldest uncle has always been the one who cares about my grandfather the most. Ever since my grandfather fell ill, he has even handed over the family business to my eldest brother and sister and has been living in the old house to take care of him at his bedside."

"In the past three years, he has traveled to countless places seeking medical treatment and has consulted many famous doctors, but to no avail."

"It's a pity we don't have connections in the capital, otherwise we would have tried to contact that person from Yuanshan Hall long ago..."

Qin Mo listened quietly without offering any opinion.

But the strong smell of medicine in the air made him feel uneasy.

Judging from the smell of these Chinese herbs, the decoctions are indeed intended to invigorate the mind and replenish qi and blood.

However, according to Ke Qirui, Mr. Ke's organs are rapidly failing, and his ability to absorb and digest drugs is greatly reduced.

Such drastic supplementation may backfire.

Moreover, Qin Mo also detected a strange aura within the medicinal scent.

However, since there is no evidence and no dregs of the medicine have been seen, he did not make any hasty judgments.

Upon entering Mr. Ke's bedroom, one finds it to be quite spacious, easily qualifying as a separate three-bedroom apartment, with a floor area of ​​at least 100 square meters.

The room was furnished in a simple and elegant style, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.

The strong medicinal smell caused the sandalwood to mix in, completely negating any deodorizing effect.

It even made the atmosphere in the room more oppressive.

Besides the dozen or so black-clad warriors guarding the house, there were four other people inside, each with a distinct aura.

Qin Mo glanced around, his gaze first landing on an elderly man standing beside the hospital bed.

Judging from his appearance, this person should be over seventy years old, with a thin and hunched figure.

The dough was dry and wrinkled, and his triangular eyes were murky and sinister.

When he looks at people, his gaze is shifty and unpredictable, revealing an inexplicable chill and eeriness.

He was wearing a loose-fitting dark linen robe with dark patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar.

It looks like some kind of foreign script.

He was surrounded by a faint aura of decay. Compared to Old Ke, who lay in his hospital bed with his eyes closed and was kept alive by medical machines, he looked more like a dead man.

Qin Mo glanced at him a few more times.

The old man seemed to notice his gaze and turned to meet his eyes.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly: This old man's gaze was too cold. Just now, that one look was like being looked at by a dead person with their eyes open.

If it were an ordinary person, they would instantly feel a chill all over their body.

"This man doesn't look like a proper doctor at all. Is Ke Qirui's uncle just grasping at straws in his desperation?"

As for the other three, Ke Qirui had given them a brief introduction before they arrived.

Based on their appearances and ages, Qin Mo matched their names one by one.

The person sitting at the head of the table should be Ke Qirui's uncle, Ke Zhenxiong, who should have taken on the responsibilities of the head of the family since Old Master Ke fell into a coma.

Approaching sixty, his complexion was dark yet composed, with sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Having been in charge of the family business for many years, and mingling in both the business and martial arts circles, he exudes an aura of authority and pressure.

He was dressed in a dark Zhongshan suit, sitting upright and dignified, exuding an air of authority without being angry.

Hearing someone come in, I subconsciously glanced at the doorway.

He didn't react much when he saw that it was Ke Qirui.

His gaze fell on Qin Mo, but only swept over him briefly.

However, Qin Mo could sense that the fleeting glance carried a sense of scrutiny and silence.

Why do we say "should have"? It's because he refused to give up treatment and kept working tirelessly for Mr. Ke's condition.

They would rather put aside their current affairs and the readily available position of family head than not come here to guard this place.

He is indeed a very filial son.

To his left stood his eldest son, Ke Mingyu, who was also the eldest grandson of the Ke family.

He was around forty years old, dressed in a white, fitted robe, with a refined appearance and gentle demeanor.

However, Qin Mo could sense that his humility and politeness were merely an outward appearance; the way he looked at Qin Mo just now revealed an arrogant and condescending attitude.

Even when he saw Ke Qirui, he acted as if he were a stranger and didn't take him seriously.

The woman on the right should be Ke Qirui's eldest cousin, Ke Mingyue, the eldest granddaughter of the Ke family.

She looked to be in her early thirties, well-maintained, with exquisite and glamorous makeup.

She wore a sharp, tailored suit and had a stern, almost stern look in her eyes.

When Ke Qirui brought Qin Mo in, all three of them reacted, but not much.

Ke Zhenxiong kept staring at the gaunt old man, as if he was very concerned about the old man's treatment.

Ke Mingyu, however, stood up at the opportune moment, a perfectly timed polite smile on his face: "Qi Rui's here?"

As the least prominent member of the Ke family, and without any elders to rely on, Ke Qirui naturally greeted them politely: "Big brother, I've come to see Grandpa."

Ke Mingyu patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "I heard about it. I also heard that A-Ming got into some trouble yesterday, it caused quite a stir. Is the kid alright now?"

Mentioning this, Ke Qirui still felt a bit of lingering fear: "What happened yesterday was indeed dangerous, but fortunately it turned out alright in the end. Mingbao has already gone home, received an IV drip at the hospital, and the doctor said he can be discharged in a couple of days."

"That's good, that's good." Ke Mingyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as well. "Nanzhao has never been peaceful, but I never expected that there would be such blind fools who would dare to steal children from our Ke family."

"Qi Rui, don't worry. Your older brother will put in a good word for you and make sure the government office takes this matter seriously."

"If all else fails, ask them to release the person. You can then pick them up and handle the situation yourself."

Ke Mingyu spoke casually, as if the government office in Nanzhao was run by the Ke family themselves.

Ke Qirui did not refuse the first part: "Thank you very much, brother. I have already spoken to the government. These three people will definitely be severely punished. When the time comes, we'll dig up their past convictions as well, enough to warrant a death sentence."

"Hey, we're all family, why be so polite? But you've already made up your mind, so just do what you think is best."

Ke Mingyu patted him on the shoulder; the two brothers seemed to have a good relationship.

At this moment, Ke Qirui used this topic to lead Qin Mo to Ke Mingyu.

"By the way, brother, this is Mr. Qin, whom I mentioned to you yesterday."

"If it weren't for him, Mingbao might have been dead."

"I brought him here today because I wanted him to take a look at my grandfather..."