I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"President Jiang! The old gentleman's blood pressure is too high! His emotions are fluctuating too much; he must be taken to the hospital immediately!"

Inside the tin shack, the head of the accompanying medical team had a grave expression, and the portable blood pressure monitor in his hand emitted a piercing alarm.

Jiang Yaohua leaned against Jiang Wanshan's chest, panting heavily. His weathered face was flushed red, and his lips were purple.

The recent mix of joy and sorrow had completely drained his 96-year-old body.

Jiang Ming was terrified and knelt by the bed, repeatedly calling out, "Grandpa! Grandpa, don't scare me!"

Jiang Chen frowned, but showed no sign of panic.

He took out his phone and dialed Charles's number directly.

"Charles."

"Boss!"

"Get me a medical transport plane. The best one in the world, with a full suite of ICU equipment. Also, immediately contact the three best cardiologists and cerebrovascular specialists in Kuala Lumpur and have them bring their teams to Chinatown in the North."

"Yes, sir! Everyone will be here within half an hour!"

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Chen dialed Zhou Dazhuang's number again.

"Contact that best private hospital and get them to clear out their VIP penthouse rooms. Money is no object."

A series of commands were issued smoothly and efficiently, without a single unnecessary movement.

Jiang Ming knelt on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

The best hospital he had ever been to was that small clinic at the street corner that didn't even have an X-ray machine.

Less than twenty minutes.

The roar of helicopters echoed once again over the old street.

This time, it wasn't an armed helicopter that arrived, but a red and white medical rescue helicopter.

The plane landed smoothly on the open ground at the street corner. Three blond, blue-eyed white doctors jumped out carrying medical kits and, under the protection of Charles's men, jogged into the tin shack.

Various specialized medical equipment were quickly deployed.

Injection, oxygen therapy, ECG monitoring...

Half an hour later, Jiang Yaohua's vital signs finally stabilized.

He was carefully lifted onto a stretcher, put on a helicopter, and flown directly to Gleneagles Hospital, Kuala Lumpur's top-tier hospital.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Chen spent five million US dollars to book the entire top floor and instructed the hospital to use all the best medicines and equipment available.

That evening, Jiang Yaohua's condition stabilized completely.

Jiang Chen walked into the ward, looked at the old man lying on the hospital bed with various tubes inserted into his body, and said to Jiang Wanshan next to him.

"Great-Grandpa, we can't stay here any longer. Things could get complicated. We should head back to China first thing tomorrow morning."

Early the next morning.

A top-of-the-line medical jeep, converted from a Gulfstream G650ER, is parked on a private tarmac at Kuala Lumpur International Airport.

The medical equipment inside this plane alone is worth over thirty million US dollars.

Jiang Yaohua was carefully lifted into the medical bay inside the aircraft cabin.

The plane slowly taxied and took off.

A strong feeling of being pushed back came over me.

Jiang Yaohua lay on the soft hospital bed, looking through the huge porthole at the city below, which was getting smaller and smaller, at the land where he had lived for more than seventy years.

Tears silently slid down his wrinkled face.

It's been over ninety years.

He was like a fallen leaf, struggling to survive in a foreign land, thinking he would never be able to go back.

But today, he's not only going back, he's going back on a private jet, something he never even dared to dream of.

A white girl in a nurse's uniform saw him crying and gently comforted him in English.

Jiang Yaohua couldn't understand.

He just gripped the nurse's hand, his lips trembling, repeating the two words over and over again.

"Go home...go home..."

A few hours later.

The plane landed smoothly at the airport in the capital city of Nam Giang Province.

Outside the porthole, on the tarmac, a row of black Rolls-Royce Phantoms stood in a row under the sunlight, their imposing presence striking.

The hatch opened.

A middle-aged man in a bespoke suit, exuding an air of sophistication, strode over.

It was Jiang Chen's future father-in-law, Su Tianhao.

Behind Su Tianhao were more than a dozen ambulances and a team of doctors in white coats.

"Chenzi, is everything settled?"

Su Tianhao stepped forward and shook hands with Jiang Chen, his gaze sweeping over the luxurious equipment in the cabin, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"I've arranged an ambulance and the best doctors in the province. I can transfer you to the special care ward of the Provincial People's Hospital at any time."

Jiang Chen nodded and patted Su Tianhao on the shoulder.

"Thank you, father-in-law. No need to go to the provincial hospital, just go straight back to Jiangjia Village."

Su Tianhao was stunned for a moment.

"Go back to the village? The medical conditions there are..."

"Don't worry." Jiang Chen's tone was full of confidence. "The traditional Chinese medicine clinic and recovery medicine in our village are more effective than Western medicine from outside."

Su Tianhao didn't ask any more questions.

He had developed an almost blind trust in his son-in-law.

Jiang Yaohua was transferred to a spacious medical mobile home.

The convoy drove out of the airport in a grand procession and onto the highway.

Jiang Yaohua lay in the RV, where the bed could be raised and lowered automatically.

He leaned back, watching the scenery rushing past the window.

The highway has ten lanes in both directions and is wide and flat.

On both sides of the highway, towering buildings rise from the ground, their glass curtain walls gleaming in the sunlight.

In his memory, Nanjiang Province was still a place with dirt roads and thatched houses everywhere, and people fleeing famine and begging for food could be seen everywhere.

Seventy years have passed, and the world has changed.

The convoy exited the highway and entered the territory of Qingshui Town.

The road surface did not narrow; on the contrary, it became wider.

The eight-lane asphalt road is as smooth as a mirror.

On both sides of the road are endless, enormous glass greenhouses, undulating in the sunlight, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Jiang Yaohua's grandson, Jiang Ming, was pressed against the car window, his jaw nearly dropping in astonishment.

His finger pointed out the window, his voice trembling.

"Grandpa...Grandpa! Look! There are no workers in that greenhouse!"

Jiang Yaohua struggled to lift his head.

Inside the huge glass greenhouse, rows of lush green vegetables were growing vigorously.

Instead of farmers bending over to work, the robots moving between the fields are silver-white machines wielding mechanical arms!

They pick, sort, and pack with precision, their movements as fluid as a science fiction movie.

"My God... this... this is a robot picking vegetables?"

Jiang Ming rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The convoy slowed down.

Ahead, a huge and ancient-looking archway came into view.

The archway is inscribed with four large characters in a flowing, elegant style: "Jiangjia New Village".

The convoy slowly drove into the archway.

What comes into view is a cultural square larger than a football field, with a smooth bluestone slab surface.

Behind the square is a row of neat and uniform Chinese-style courtyard villas that seem to stretch endlessly. With white walls, gray tiles, and upturned eaves, they are as beautiful as a painting against the backdrop of green hills and clear waters.

Jiang Yaohua lay on the stretcher, struggling to lift his head.

He was completely dumbfounded by the scene before him, which was like a fairyland.

Is this the hometown he has longed for for seventy years?