The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 321 - 320

The caregiver fed Mr. Lian two sips of water, and Mr. Lian slightly shook his head to indicate that it was enough.

The caregiver put the remaining water aside, and Mr. Lian looked at Ling Chengyan, his voice faint, "Come here."

Ling Chengyan stepped forward, slightly bent over, expressing her concern, "Sir, you’ve passed the critical stage. As long as you receive proper treatment and rest, you’ll recover soon..."

Mr. Lian closed his eyes, then reopened them to look at Ling Chengyan, waving his hand, "Call Liansheng over."

He was very frightened now. If he hadn’t survived this car accident, wouldn’t the Lian family’s estates, accumulated over generations, have come to an end?

Ling Chengyan was puzzled, not understanding why this old gentleman, even in a critical condition, kept thinking about Wang Liansheng. After all, Old Wang from their family seemed to be just a local reception officer. What on earth could make a returning overseas Chinese, a billionaire, be so concerned about him at such a perilous moment?

Ling Chengyan thought this but didn’t show it on her face. She smiled and said, "I’ve already called him. He should be on his way here."

Mr. Lian heard this and closed his eyes to rest.

Feeling relieved, Ling Chengyan straightened up and was about to quietly leave when the old gentleman opened his eyes again. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Ling Chengyan put her raised foot down and, seeing the old man open his mouth as if to speak, bowed her head to ask, "Do you have any other instructions, sir?"

"Hmm," the old gentleman looked at her and nodded slightly, "You are a good one."

Ling Chengyan’s eyebrows slightly lifted uncontrollably.

Just then, the staff responsible for taking care returned to the ward. Ling Chengyan gave a polite smile, saying, "Take good care of yourself, sir. I’ll take my leave first."

Mr. Lian didn’t say anything else, only made a barely audible sound and closed his eyes to rest.

Leaving the ward, Ling Chengyan felt bewilderment linger for a while, always feeling that Mr. Lian’s attitude and the words he said to her were quite puzzling.

However, when she returned to the team, she immediately threw herself into training, and she put that bit of confusion aside.

Wang Liansheng arrived quickly. Having called in the morning, he reached the provincial city by noon.

Mr. Lian showed great trust and dependence on Wang Liansheng. The caretaker reported the situation to the authorities, and coincidentally, the head of the city’s external liaison unit heard it. As a result, a temporary transfer document was sent to Huicheng, and Wang Liansheng was temporarily transferred to the city’s external liaison.

The director was secretly pleased, thinking that by taking this opportunity, they not only got Wang Liansheng on their side but also established a connection with Mr. Lian. With Mr. Lian’s influence among overseas Chinese, a word from him could greatly benefit them.

The more he thought about it, the happier Director Li became. He decisively allocated a newly vacated apartment from the unit to Wang Liansheng without following the typical seniority procedures within the unit, and regardless of the temporary transfer status, he directly appointed him as Deputy Director in charge of external liaison.

Although they were all city-level units, the provincial city was vice-provincial level, yet Wang Liansheng’s personnel transfer was not formally settled, and his position had already risen by a half-level.

Upon reaching the provincial city, Xiao Chen, who was originally in charge of hospital care, wasn’t removed. After visiting Mr. Lian in the hospital every day, Wang Liansheng went to his new position to start learning the environment, people, etc.

For a while, although the family was reunited in the provincial city, the busy work of both Wang Liansheng and Ling Chengyan left little time for the family and their two children. As the weather turned colder, the elder uncle and aunt decided to stay there.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Liansheng had been in the provincial city for almost a week.

This Saturday, the children had an early dismissal in the afternoon. Ling Chengyan had arranged her work ahead, left work two hours early, picked up the two children, along with the elder uncle and aunt, and drove to the hospital to visit Mr. Lian.

Entering the ward, the two children remembered Grandpa Lian, who had gone to Hai City with them, and politely and sensibly went forward to greet him.

Mr. Lian was particularly delighted to see the two children and quickly arranged, "Aunt Liu, give the kids some candy."

The caregiver in the ward had changed to a seemingly more suitable woman.

"Yes, sir." Aunt Liu responded cheerfully, taking out a box of chocolates and a few cans of cola from the cupboard, greeting the children, "Young Miss, Young Master."

Wang Liansheng whispered, "They’re called Wenjin and Wenzhang. Aunt Liu can call them by their names."

"Miss Wenjin, Master Wenzhang." Aunt Liu cheerfully changed the terms of address, but the respectful titles remained.

Wang Liansheng shook his head, finding no way to argue with her about it.

On the other side, Mr. Lian got out of bed and went to the reception area to chat with the elder uncle and aunt on the sofa.

"Thank you for taking care and bearing the burden these days," Mr. Lian thanked them.

Since Wang Liansheng arrived in Beijing, the elder uncle and aunt had been aware of the situation. Aunt had bought some young chickens and pigeons to make soup for Mr. Lian. Hearing that pig liver is good for replenishing blood, she specially learned to fry liver slices for Wang Liansheng to bring to the hospital to nourish Mr. Lian.

"Oh, we are not well-versed, and we’re not sure if what we made suits your taste, as long as you don’t mind," Aunt said politely.

Mr. Lian smiled and shook his head, "No need to be so formal. I’m from a humble background too, and I love homemade dishes the most."

The topic shifted to the harvest back home, and the elder uncle and aunt became more engaging, happily telling Mr. Lian about the bountiful harvest and how there was enough grain stored to last years.

"... The kids didn’t like the old grain, so we’ve sold more than half of it. Now, it’s mostly new grain, and the little old grain stored is for the animals. People don’t eat it anymore," the elder uncle said cheerfully.

Mr. Lian nodded with a smile, "Life for common folks has become much better."

Aunt added, "Isn’t it? We never thought there would be a day when we’d have more grain than we could eat. Back then, a season’s melons and vegetables were food for half a year, and we ate coarse grains throughout the year. Even then, some families ran out of food after the new year and faced hunger during the spring sowing..."

Saying this, Aunt nostalgically sighed, unconsciously wiping her eyes.

The elder uncle glanced at her and whispered, "Why bring up those old stories? Life is better nowadays!"

Then, he smiled at Mr. Lian, "I’m sorry to let you hear our family chatter."

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Wang Liansheng advised Mr. Lian to rest and took the young and old out.

Mr. Lian had Aunt Liu push him in a wheelchair to see them off at the ward entrance, "I’ll be discharged in a few days. Please come and visit me at home when you have time, for a chat."

Leaving the hospital, Aunt Qu Cui quietly asked, "Does this old gentleman have a home in the provincial city too?"

Wang Liansheng nodded, "He built factories here, and after coming by many times, he grew tired of staying at guesthouses and asked some staff to help buy an old house by Shuyu Spring. It’s a standalone house with a garden, right on the main street, providing a quiet yet lively environment—quite a comfortable place."