The Young master's fake bride and her lucky system-Chapter 123: Emergency.

"I am okay." grandpa Zhang told them, "I am really okay." He spoke gravelly as he struggled to take quick shallow breaths.

But how could his words be trusted when her was shivering like the last leaf left on a sturdy tree branch on a cold windy night?

"You are not okay," Zhang Bo told him.

"I am not dying. You will scare everyone if you overreact." grandpa Zhang told Zhang Bo. "Just bring me some water, or a tonic..."

Caishen opened the door to the study and Haitao handed him something.

"Here." Caishen shoved a bottle at Zhang Bo. "Help him drink some of this."

It was a water bottle, brown in color and quite sturdy. Zhang Bo shook it curiously because he was quite curious about what was inside.

"Hurry." Caishen said curtly.

Zhang Bo was still reluctant but the urgency of the situation pushed him to do as Caishen said. His brother would never harm their grandfather after all. Carefully, he helped grandpa Zhang to take a small sip of whatever was in the bottle.

A bit of brown liquid trickled out of his grandfather's mouth and he wiped it away.

"That's enough." Caishen told him.

One sip was enough in emergency situations was enough according to what Alix had told him.

Within a few seconds, color started returning to the elder's face and his breathing stabilized. His hands, also stopped shaking. It seemed like the worst had passed.

"That_, whatever that is, it stays." Zhang Bo told Caishen. It was more of an order than telling or requesting.

Caishen nodded once. There was more where it had come from and this was just his emergency tonic that Alix insisted he carry everywhere.

"Let's discuss this." Their grandfather said as soon as he felt the signs of life restored in his body.

"Maybe we should wait." Zhang Bo suggested.

They had just watched him suffer a panic attack or possibly he was on his way to a heart attack. Wouldn't bringing back the same issue bring about the same results?

Caishen was on board with his brother. "I think so too."

"No," their grandfather said sternly. "I need to know about the picture. This is Zhang Xian, he looks older and he has that scar but it's him. There is no father in the world who can forget the face of their only child."

His son had died in a plane crush on the way to Thailand for a business meeting. A sudden storm had caused his plane to go down. They had searched for weeks but found nothing. Some blood and bits of flesh in the wreckage had been the determining factor for Zhang Xian's declaration of death.

Had they been wrong all along? Had Xian somehow survived and lived on? Why didn't he come if he did?

A tear streamed down his right eye and he caressed the picture.

"What is going on here Caishen? Does this mean your father is alive?" he asked.

His voice was filled with hope, fear and perturbation. Whatever Caishen said next held great importance.

Zhang Bo too, held a similar feeling of dread like the elder. They had grown up fatherless and here his brother was presenting a picture of a man that strangely resembled their father.

What did it mean and most importantly, how was it related to Caishen's accident?

Caishen sighed once, looked at them and sighed again. He had no option but to tell them what little he knew. "I cannot speak with absolute authority grandfather. The man in the picture is not Zhang Xian but Wang Yue. He is married and he and his wife have a son together, Wang Yong."

Grandpa Zhang's right hand which was holding the picture trembled, not because he was having another health crisis due to shock but because if by some chance this was his son, then her had another grandson.

"How does this tie in with your accident?" Zhang Bo asked in a cold voice.

Zhang Bo already had a feeling about where this was heading. Just because he was an actor did not mean he was brainless. Caishen had come across this information in the process of investigating his accident. Clearly, all roads led to one conclusion, the Wang's were involved. Whether it was the father, son or both was still unclear.

"Nothing has been verified yet." Caishen answered.

"Spit it out." Zhang Bo told him sternly.

As the older brother, he would not allow his younger brother to come to harm.

Caishen sighed. It was his fourth sigh in the last five minutes. It was a sigh of weariness and exhaustion which pointed to someone that was carrying a huge invisible burden.

"Wang Yong, I think he was the brains behind my accident." he said out loud.

He received a text and looked at his phone first.

"The doctor is here." he said and looked up.

"I am now fine." grandpa Zhang told him. All he wanted was an in depth explanation about this Wang Yong and most importantly Wang Yue.

They needed to come up with a plan and find a way of testing his DNA. If he was truly Zhang Xian then he needed to come back home.

"We still need a doctor to confirm it." Zhang Bo told him.

"I will go and bring in the doctor." Caishen told them.

He met the doctor in the living room where he was exchanging greeting with the women.

"Why is the doctor here?" his grandmother asked him.

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So as not to scare the rest of the family, Caishen claimed that the doctor had come over to treat him and quickly asked him to follow him before more questions could be asked.

Once more, he locked the doors behind him so that no one could walk in on them.

Even though no one could walk in, did not mean that their suspicions had been assuaged.

"He is up to something." grandma Zhang said. She was very sure. She could feel it in her bones that Caishen was lying.

"What do you think?" Yura asked her.

"I don't know, but I think I should go and check on my old Zhang." Grandma Zhang replied.

Caishen had come out looking fine, Zhang Bo could take himself to a hospital if he was sick. Only her husband would need the doctor to come home for an emergency.