"Sheng Sheng, do you have any more of that Spirit Calming Pill you gave Grandpa?"
Jian Sheng rolled her eyes and ignored her.
Her attention was entirely focused on Grandpa Jian.
Jian Sheng had been closely monitoring Grandpa Jian's changes ever since he took the improved Spirit Calming Pill.
The old man's spirit and energy seemed much better. Apart from the occasional slow reaction, he behaved no differently from a normal person.
"Little Uncle, besides his slower reactions, is there anything else abnormal about Grandpa compared to a normal person?"
Jian Sheng found Jian Junyu, her large, watery eyes filled with seriousness.
Mom had been away from the Jian family for too long, and her little uncle knew more about Grandpa's matters.
Still the same exquisitely carved little milk bun, so adorable one would want to pet her.
But at this moment, the little girl seemed to be shrouded in a mist.
Filled with a sense of mystery.
If her performance at Hongxing Primary School's test and the art exhibition could still be explained by her being a genius child,
Now the little girl had shown her the ability to craft pills with her bare hands, which was beyond scientific explanation.
Jian Junyu dared not treat the little girl as an ignorant child anymore.
Hearing Jian Sheng's question, Jian Junyu became serious.
He carefully considered the differences between his father and how he was before he became incapacitated.
His reaction time was longer, and he often zoned out. When someone said something, his father might take a long time to respond.
His emotional expression was reduced. He rarely showed emotional reactions, and even his mood swings were minimal.
Then, he spoke less.
When they spoke, Grandpa would just agree.
If they didn't initiate conversation with Grandpa, he would never speak to them first.
The forgetfulness common in Alzheimer's disease was rare in his father.
Previously, Jian Junyu had always thought his father was in a daze because he had been too severely struck.
Now that he thought about it, his father seemed to have become like this one day, suddenly.
Jian Junyu recounted the suspicious points he had discovered, a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"Sheng Sheng, wasn't my dad targeted back then?"
"But that doesn't quite make sense either. What kind of method could achieve this level?"
"To do it so stealthily that no medical means could detect it?"
Jian Sheng rested her chin on her finger, her small face filled with solemnity.
She softly uttered two words: "Soul Extraction!"
Jian Junyu: "What?"
He was confused for a long time and asked uncertainly, "Sheng Sheng, are you talking about soul loss syndrome?"
Jian Sheng pulled Jian Junyu to Grandpa's side and hooked the old man's withered finger with her small hand.
"Grandpa~"
Her voice was soft and filled with a spoiled tone.
As if experiencing a game lag, Grandpa gave a slight start before looking down.
He softly responded with an "Eh."
There seemed to be a flicker of emotion in his eyes, or perhaps nothing at all.
If not for Sheng Sheng's reminder and suspicion, Jian Junyu would have simply thought his father was lost in thought or daydreaming.
Hence the half-second delay.
And his lack of emotional expression was attributed to his indifference towards the little girl.
The little girl, holding Grandpa's hand, continued to coo affectionately:
"Grandpa~ Can you squat down a little~"
Grandpa tilted his head, seeming to not understand why she was asking him to do that.
However, within two seconds, Grandpa squatted down expressionlessly.
Jian Sheng smiled happily, "I knew Grandpa loved Sheng Sheng the most~"
Jian Junyu: "..."
Was his father usually this obedient?
He was as stubborn as a mule, never listening to anything.
Seeing this, Sheng Sheng was absolutely right.
Even though he showed no emotion, Grandpa truly loved Sheng Sheng, which was why he was so obedient.
If it were him asking Grandpa to squat down...
He didn't know what the situation would be now.
But in the past, he would have received at least two slaps.
Jian Sheng gently placed her small hand on Grandpa's forehead. Grandpa remained obediently squatting, his cloudy eyes open, with occasional ripples of expression.
A gentle divine sense slowly probed into Grandpa's sea of consciousness.
Jian Sheng could feel Grandpa's heartfelt closeness and affection for her.
However, these were all subconscious, with no outward display.
After a while, Jian Sheng released her hand.
Grandpa remained squatting expressionlessly, showing a hint of bewilderment.
"Little Uncle, please help Grandpa up."
With her guess confirmed, Jian Sheng felt a little down.
Jian Junyu helped Grandpa up and sat him down, looking at the little girl nervously.
"Sheng Sheng, Dad..."
Jian Sheng's small mouth pouted, a hint of grievance in her voice:
"It's soul extraction, someone stole a piece of Grandpa's soul!"
Hearing this term again, Jian Junyu, though still shocked, was mentally prepared and less flustered.
Understanding the implications of this fact, he felt both shock and anger.
If Sheng Sheng was telling the truth, who was it that had targeted his father back then?
Looking at the little girl who always seemed to bring miracles, Jian Junyu felt a surge of expectation:
"Can Dad's condition be cured?"
The little girl's mouth pouted even more, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I... I can't cure it."
Jian Sheng lowered her head, her voice laced with a nasal tone:
"I, I thought I could, but I failed. I'm sorry."
Jian Junyu's hopeful heart sank.
No matter what, Sheng Sheng was just a child.
Even with some special abilities, how powerful could she be?
He shouldn't have expected so much and put so much pressure on her.
He sighed and smiled, gently ruffling the little girl's head.
"It's okay, it's not your fault."
"If it weren't for you, I still wouldn't know that Father was harmed like this by someone else."
Chen Yuling, who had been following Jian Sheng, trying to strike up a conversation and inquire about the source of the pills, curled her lips in disdain.
She muttered softly, "I thought she was so amazing, but she can only talk."
"Talking about soul extraction, anyone can come up with a chuunibyou name for an incurable disease."
Jian Junyu's expression turned cold: "Since Sister-in-law is so confident, why don't you help Dad with the treatment?"
Chen Yuling snorted and shut her mouth sullenly.
She was already contemplating whether to follow the little girl closely and approach the people behind her directly.
She was just a little girl under five years old.
Since communication was impossible, it would be better to approach the people behind her.
As for whether Jian Sheng had anyone behind her, she had never doubted it.
No way, right?
No one could be born with all knowledge and conjure pills out of thin air, right?
Jian Sheng, resting her chin on her hand, suddenly lifted her head.
"Little Uncle! I just remembered why I failed!"
"Hmm, it's okay, we'll try again next time..."
Jian Junyu snapped back to attention, swallowing the words that had almost escaped his lips, and looked at the little girl with burning eyes.
"Why?"