Jiang Yiyi spoke in a relaxed tone and turned left and right to show that she was fine.

Then she sat next to her father, took his arm and acted coquettishly.

"Thanks to Master Tang's amulet, your daughter was able to escape danger. Dad, please believe me!"

Father Jiang patted his daughter's hand lovingly, and when he looked at Tang Yu, there was no longer any doubt in his eyes, and his tone was even respectful.

"Master Tang, thank you for saving my daughter. From what Yiyi said, is there another hidden reason behind the Jiang family's misfortune?"

Tang Yu smiled slightly.

"Uncle Jiang, you're welcome. Just call me Tang Yu. I want to go see Old Madam Jiang first."

In Mrs. Jiang's bedroom

"Give this medicine to the old lady after she wakes up. She should eat something to fill her stomach before taking it."

Mrs. Jiang, who was about forty-six or forty-seven years old and dressed elegantly, whispered instructions to the maid beside her.

"Mom, is grandma okay?"

"She was fine when she came back, but she suddenly vomited just now and said she felt uncomfortable in her heart. She finally fell asleep. I shouldn't have let the old lady be so willful and brought her back." Mrs. Jiang's face was full of worry.

But Mrs. Jiang was too stubborn.

He refused to stay in the hospital.

Jiang Zhongshan said, "Call and ask Dr. Fu to come and see Mom."

While the three of them were chatting with Mrs. Jiang, Tang Yu walked closer to the bed and took a look at Mrs. Jiang's face.

The originally round and blessed face became haggard and sunken due to illness.

The center of his forehead was black, and there was a hint of death lingering around his body.

After all, I'm old.

If it weren't for the Jiang family's good deeds, the Jiang family would have at least some golden light of merit protecting them.

I'm afraid that Mrs. Jiang is already in danger.