The old lady is dead?

Uncle He's body swayed and there was a buzzing in his ears.

How could she die before she saw the young master recover, before she had her great-grandson, and before she traveled around the world?

Everything in front of him gave him a feeling of unreality.

Old Su closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the helplessness and sadness in his heart, and looked at Lu Jingci worriedly.

People who seem cold and emotionless are often more sentimental.

This person's health has just improved. Being too sad will damage his heart and lungs, causing all the previous treatment to be wasted.

However, to his surprise, Lu Jingci simply sat down next to Old Madam Lu and held her hand, with no sadness on his handsome, three-dimensional face.

Old Su frowned, feeling something was wrong.

The sad and depressing atmosphere forced the others to lower their heads and even breathe slower.

The old lady is dead, and who knows how angry the young master will be, so it is best for them not to make any noise at this time.

The entire living room fell into absolute silence.

Lu Jingci stared at Madam Lu's pale face, his eyes were dark and deep, and the hostility between his eyebrows was becoming more and more intense.

"Young Master,"

Uncle He found his voice and spoke hoarsely.

"The old lady has already... I'll go find someone to clean up after her."

He said, turning and leaving.

"Need not,"

Lu Jingci's eyes were gloomy and his voice was dry.

Uncle He stopped, looking puzzled.

Others may not know, but he can see clearly that the young master has deep feelings for the old lady.

According to the young master's character, he would never just vent his anger and ignore the old lady's life, and he would not prevent the old lady from leaving with dignity at this time.

Could it be?

An incredible thought popped up in Uncle He's mind.

"Master, could it be that the old lady..."

Lu Jingci's tone was solemn.

"Grandma is fine."

what? !

Uncle He's pupils trembled and he stood there in a daze.

The meridians stagnate and breathing disappears.

Old Su frowned even more tightly and stepped forward again to extend his hand to examine Old Madam Lu again.

Still a dead pulse.

He withdrew his hand, and the worry in his eyes became even stronger.

"Jingci, the dead are gone. Even if you can't accept it, you can't change the facts. You should just leave everything here to Lao He."

If we delay any further, we won’t even be able to wear our burial clothes.

The hope in Uncle He's eyes was shattered again by Old Su's words, and he pursed his lips.

Even if Mr. Su’s medical skills were wrong once, he would never be wrong twice. It seemed that the young master was too sad.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a violent cough.

"Cough...cough..."

Lu Jingci slowly loosened his grip on Madam Lu's hand, and the hostility between his brows dissipated a little.

"Old lady!!"

Uncle He cried with joy when he saw the old lady opening her eyes.

He had never misjudged a patient's pulse in his life, what was going on?!

Old Master Su looked at the scene in front of him, took two steps forward, his face full of disbelief.

"Ahem, cough, cough,"

While Madam Lu coughed, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Looking closely, there was a slight movement in the black blood.

Her originally pale face gradually regained some color.

"Jingci, what's going on?"

When she lost consciousness, she thought she was dead.

Lu Jingci took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Old Madam Lu's mouth with a gentle look.

"Yangyang knew Pei Yu would attack you, so he asked me to bring back medicine to cure the poison in advance."

What I did before was just waiting for time.

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