"dad……"

"Uncle Mu..."

Mu Wenya and Yi Yi quickly went over to him, only to find that the old man's eyes were closed and he seemed to be unconscious.

"Xiao Fang, call Ouyang!" Mu Nanxun said with a gloomy face as he helped the old man up from the ground and carried him up to the bedroom on the second floor.

A short while later, Ouyang rushed over and began examining the old man.

"Nanxun, come out here!" Mu Wenya called out angrily.

Mu Nanxun followed Mu Wenya out of the room, while Yi Yi waited anxiously outside.

"Mumu, how is Uncle Mu?"

Mu Nanxun's face was somewhat pale. "They're still examining him. Judging from Ouyang's expression, the old man is probably seriously injured."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wenya's eyes flickered with worry. She paused, then looked at Mu Nanxun with displeasure.

“Nanxun, what exactly happened? Why did you and Dad suddenly have such a big argument? Besides, you should know that Dad is not young anymore. Why can't you talk to him properly instead of arguing? Now look what's happened, Dad fell and is unconscious. If anything happens to him, you... you'll regret it.”

Although she had had disagreements with the old man, she knew that everything he did was for her own good, but sometimes he used the wrong methods.

Mu Nanxun's face was terribly gloomy, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't say a word.

Seeing his refusal to say anything, Mu Wenya's anger flared instantly. She scolded, "Nanxun, say something! Dad is in this state, can't you explain what happened between you two?!"

"Sister Wenya, Mumu, he..."

"Yi Yi, don't defend him. I want him to say it himself!"

“Miss, the young master is unwilling to speak; he must have his concerns.” Ding Zhi, who had been staying by Mu Wenya’s side, spoke before Mu Nanxun could. His tone was unhurried and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like a robot executing a specific command. “The master is unconscious right now, and I’m sure the young master is also feeling bad. Please don’t pressure him.”

Upon hearing Ding Zhi's words, a smile quickly flickered across Mu Nanxun's previously expressionless face. However, the smile vanished almost immediately before it reached her eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

Just then, the door opened, and Ouyang came out of the room with a serious expression, even his breathing seemed a little heavy.

People outside were on tenterhooks, barely daring to breathe.

"Ouyang, how is my father...?" Mu Wenya asked, mustering her courage.

All eyes were on Ouyang.

Ouyang sighed deeply, shaking his head helplessly, just like in a TV drama when faced with a patient he couldn't help.

Mu Wenya's nose tingled, and she grabbed Ouyang's arm, tears almost falling.

“Ouyang, don’t shake your head. Tell me how Dad is. He’s alright, right? Tell me he just tripped and fell, and it’s nothing serious…”

Ouyang patted Mu Wenya's hand. Ding Zhi, standing nearby, glanced at their clasped hands, his eyes darkening.

"Wenya, don't be sad. Your grandfather's condition is quite serious. I'm sorry, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

"What did you say? How is that possible! He just tripped and fell. Ouyang, you're the best doctor. My dad just tripped and fell, how can you be helpless? You must be joking with me! Ouyang, help me... help my dad..."