It wasn't this serious at first, but now my cough is getting worse every day, and I'm getting weaker and weaker.

"Oh, it's my fault for being so incompetent, making your grandmother suffer. It's all my fault!"

"Grandpa, don't say that. By the way, I brought some commonly used medicines with me. Maybe they can cure Grandma's illness!"

Jiang Xile picked up a basket from the side and, using the contents as cover, secretly smuggled out a bottle of loquat syrup and some anti-inflammatory medicine from her spatial storage.

Fortunately, she can now control the things in the space with her thoughts, without having to do it herself.

Pour the medicine out of the bottle, wrap it in yellow paper, and that way you won't arouse suspicion.

"Grandpa, look, this is loquat syrup, it's for stopping coughs, and this packet is anti-inflammatory medicine."

I think Grandma might have a lung infection. Let's try this medicine first, and then I'll figure out how to get her to the hospital!

"Is this an anti-inflammatory drug?"

"Yes, I accidentally bumped my forehead and injured it. I had it treated at the hospital, but I'm young, so it healed quickly."

So I brought all this medicine with me when I went to the countryside, and I never expected it would come in handy now!

"Going to the countryside? You've come here as an educated youth? Didn't your mother reserve a job for you? Why are you going to the countryside?"

Jiang Wanmin promised me he would take good care of you. Did he break his promise?

"Grandpa, please don't get agitated... Let's talk slowly! Let's talk slowly!"

Despite Jiang Xile's best efforts to comfort him, Deng Yunbo remained immersed in his own emotions, looking at Jiang Xile with self-reproach and saying:

"It must be! I should have known! I shouldn't have trusted him in the first place! It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

"Grandpa...."