My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

For Jiang Yan, the morning's inspection felt as long as a Long March.

"...Pulmonary artery systolic pressure 68 mmHg, mean pressure 42 mmHg, pulmonary vascular resistance... 4.8 Wood units."

After listening to this, Jiang Yan's tense body finally relaxed a little.

A score of 4.8, below the threshold of 5, is an acceptable indicator for surgery.

In Director Liu's office, the elderly professor with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, looked at several reports over and over again.

"...The margins are in good condition, so interventional closure can be performed. It's minimally invasive and recovery is quick. If all goes well, the patient can be discharged a week after the procedure and basically return to normal life within a month."

Jiang Yan suddenly turned to look at Jiang Guanqing, her eyes shining with an astonishing light. "Then I'll go contact them now to arrange the surgery, next week..."

Jiang Guanqing looked at the line "surgical indications met" on the report, his fingertips gently tracing the edge of the page, and softly interrupted Jiang Yan, "Xiao Yan, I said, we'll only do examinations."

Jiang Yan stood frozen in place.

Jiang Guanqing reassured Jiang Yan by holding her hand and politely asked Director Liu across from him, "Director, what are the risks if we postpone it for two months?"

Director Liu glanced at Jiang Yan's ashen face, then at Jiang Guanqing, and pondered, "Two months shouldn't cause too much change, but your lung pressure is like a ticking time bomb, it could rise at any time due to a cold or overexertion, and the load on your right heart is increasing every day. The longer you delay, the slower your postoperative recovery will be."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Director Liu."

When they entered the hospital, Jiang Yan was holding Jiang Guanqing's hand, but when they left the hospital, the roles were reversed, and Jiang Guanqing was holding Jiang Yan's hand.

Stepping out of the hospital, Jiang Yan stopped, her shoulders tense. "...Why?"

Jiang Yan's voice was muffled, with a barely perceptible tremor, "Why wait when there are clearly conditions available?"

Jiang Guanqing pursed his lips, "I'm sorry, we'll wait until Xiao Ning finishes her college entrance exam..."

Jiang Yan placed her hands on Jiang Guanqing's shoulders, her eyes red-rimmed. "Brother, if we have the surgery now, we can still catch up with the sixth graders for the college entrance exam. Director Liu is a top expert in the country, and the success rate of interventional closure exceeds 98%. What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Guanqing reached out and gently straightened Jiang Yan's wind-blown collar, his voice soft, "What if? What if there are complications after the surgery? What if there's an infection? What if a second surgery is needed? Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning has only forty-odd days until the college entrance exam. If something happens to me, do you think Xiao Liu can still walk into the exam hall with peace of mind?"

Jiang Yan looked at Jiang Guanqing, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Guanqing held Jiang Yan's hand. "Xiao Yan, I promise you, as soon as the college entrance exam is over, I'll be hospitalized immediately to prepare for surgery. For the next forty-odd days, I'll take my medication on time, avoid staying up late, and not overwork myself, okay?"

Jiang Yan turned her face away, two tears sliding down her cheeks. "Why do I always put myself last?"

Jiang Guanqing smiled and said, "It's not the end. After Xiao Ning finishes her college entrance exam, I will unconditionally follow your arrangements and do whatever you want with me."

What could Jiang Yan do? There was nothing he could do but helplessly compromise, "Okay."

"Take your medicine on time, no staying up late, only two hours of work a day, and no eating too much sugar."

"it is good."

"I was hospitalized immediately the day after the college entrance exam ended."

"it is good."

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, feeling even more infuriated by his older brother's unconditional agreement to his demands. "Jiang Guanqing, I don't need to call you 'elder brother' anymore, I'll just call you 'ancestor'."

Jiang Guanqing raised an eyebrow and said, "That's disrespectful."

Jiang Guanqing kept his word, and the next forty-odd days passed peacefully. He completely relinquished control of Yuehua's affairs, entrusting them entirely to Bai Xin.

Jiang Guanqing resumed the routine he had when his parents were still alive. Even if he couldn't sleep, he would always be in bed by 10 p.m., get up at 8 a.m., take a half-hour nap without fail at noon, and eat three meals a day regularly.

Seeing that Jiang Guanqing was alright, Jiang Yan's tense nerves gradually relaxed.

During the day, Jiang Guanqing spends most of his time in a daze or tending to the flowers and plants.

Jiang Guanqing turned over the soil in the corner of the villa's yard several times and scattered a large patch of cosmos seeds. In addition, he planted six pots of sunflowers, which were neatly arranged in a small row.

Whenever Jiang Guanqing looked at the six neatly arranged pots, he always thought that once the sunflowers grew, they would most likely look like a row of guards standing watch.

Jiang Guanqing would water the seeds every day, squatting by to observe them. When the seeds sprouted, he would almost always whisper to them, "Grow up quickly!"

Besides tending to the flowers and plants, Jiang Guanqing's favorite thing to do in the morning and evening when the sun is not too strong is to lie on the deck chair in the yard, covered with a thin blanket, and read a book in his hand. When the sun gets too strong, he gets up and goes upstairs to the greenhouse.

The book Jiang Guanqing was looking at was called "The Heart of Plants: Memory and Symbolism of Plants," which he found at the very bottom of the bookshelf.

This book is both old and new.

It's old because it was bought ten years ago, and the pages have yellowed from being stored for so long. It's new because after Jiang Guanqing bought it and opened the package, he only read three pages and never had the chance to open it again.

Jiang Guanqing read this book very slowly, sometimes only turning two or three pages in a whole day.

Jiang Guanqing seems to be in a good mood every day because he often dreams about his parents at night.

In my dreams, he's always tiny, loves to cry, and is a clingy, persistent little tagalong.

In his dreams, his father loved to play frisbee with him, throwing the frisbee far away and watching him happily run to retrieve it, enjoying the game immensely.

When he gets tired of playing, he will angrily kick the frisbee away, pointing with his little finger for his dad to fetch it. By the time his dad brings it back, he's already nestled on his mom's lap, eating a little pastry.

Every time Jiang Guanqing woke up from such a dream, her pillowcase was wet, but she couldn't help but smile.

He lived a very relaxed life, free from the pressures of work and studies, with his younger brothers by his side—something he had been striving for for two lifetimes.

He was very happy, and his younger brothers were happy too.

When people have free time, they always want to find something to do, and Jiang Guanqing felt that this was the case.

During this time, he took the photos out of the album, wiped them clean with a soft cloth, and then put them back.

Jiang Guanqing pulled out all the certificates he received as a child, the first scarf his mother knitted for him, the first piece of calligraphy his father taught him to write... He wiped them clean and put them back.

After wiping the photos again, Jiang Guanqing sighed deeply. People really can't be too idle, otherwise why would he do this useless work again and again?