The next morning, Zhao Luochuan got up earlier than Yang Donghu. He was worried about Yang Donghu's fatigue and wanted him to sleep a little longer.

Since there was no one in the bed, Yang Donghu found it difficult to fall asleep, so he got up and went to see the old lady first, and then planned to go to Zhu Cuilan to get the child.

But as soon as I entered the door, I saw that my grandmother looked very bad and her lips were a little pale.

"Grandma?" Yang Donghu gently shook the old lady's shoulders. Seeing that she didn't wake up, he raised his voice a little and called out, "Grandma?"

The old lady heard the shouting and slowly opened her eyes, which were full of turbidity. She wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be blocked by something. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Even if Yang Donghu wasn't a doctor, he could tell that something was wrong with the old lady. He called out a few more times, and when she still didn't, he turned around and shouted, "Brother Chuan, Brother Chuan, come quickly."

Zhao Luochuan heard the anxiety in his voice, and his heart tightened. He put down what he was holding and ran into the house: "What's wrong?"

"Grandma, there's something wrong with grandma. She didn't respond when I called her just now."

"Don't worry," Zhao Luochuan opened the old lady's eyelids and checked her breathing. Then he said, "Stay here and I'll go get a doctor."

After saying that, he strode out of the door and disappeared in a moment.

Yang Donghu was not unaware that the old lady's health was getting worse and worse. After all, if you counted carefully, the old lady was already sixty-three years old. When she was young, she raised her children alone and had never enjoyed any happiness. She also had a lot of illnesses, so she suffered so much in her old age.

The old lady was a kind person. Yang Donghu felt the love from his elders that he had never felt before from her and Zhu Cuilan. In his heart, he had long regarded the two of them as his closest relatives. Seeing the old lady lying unconscious on the bed, Yang Donghu was very anxious.

It didn't take Zhao Luochuan much effort to go back and forth. He ran back. The doctor was dragged by him and was panting all the way without stopping. When he put down the box, his forehead was covered with sweat.

At this moment, Yang Donghu didn't bother to be polite with the doctor and let him drink a bowl of water to rest. He pulled the doctor to sit beside the bed and said, "Doctor, please take a look, what's wrong with my grandma?"

The doctor was very experienced after all. He could tell something was wrong just by looking at the old lady's complexion before he even took her pulse. He frowned and said nothing while taking her pulse.

The more he acted like this, the more frightened Yang Donghu became. After a long moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, what's going on?"

"Madam, have you been eating well these days? What discomforts have you had in the past? What kind of soups and medicines have you taken? Where are the prescriptions? Let me see them."

Yang Donghu's mind was in a mess. This series of questions made him unable to remember anything. It was Zhao Luochuan who answered them one by one and handed the previous prescription to the doctor for careful review.

"It's all here. Apart from some joint pain, the old lady doesn't seem to have any other problems. But recently, she touches her chest every few steps and says she feels a little stuffy."

The doctor stroked his beard, and after reviewing a few prescriptions, he said, "The prescriptions show that the old lady has had rheumatism for a long time, and the dosage is much heavier than for others. Although the pain is sometimes unbearable, it's not a serious illness that could kill you. However, when I was closer, I heard that the old lady was having difficulty breathing, shortness of breath, cold limbs, sweating, and a pale face. I also heard you say that the old lady seemed to be having difficulty breathing. When I took her pulse, it seemed to be weak, so I'm afraid she might have chest pain."

"Then, is this disease curable?"

"This disease is difficult to cure. If we give her strong medicine to keep her alive, she might be able to live a little longer. But you also know that the old lady is very old, so the dosage must not be too strong. If that happens, it will be even more difficult. I am not a skilled doctor, and I am not very knowledgeable. I am afraid I can't help much."

In the dog days of summer, Yang Donghu was shivering with cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He stammered, "No, no, she was fine yesterday. She ate a whole bowl of egg custard and a big bowl of mung bean soup yesterday, and even played with Taole for a while. She seemed fine the whole time. How come she suddenly has chest pain today? Doctor, please take another look. Are you sure you're seeing things?"

Zhao Luochuan supported his shaky body and turned his expectant gaze to the doctor.

"Chest pain is usually an emergency, and it's more common with age. The old lady had early symptoms, but the cause of the disease is obscure and difficult to detect, making it difficult to predict in advance. The old lady's symptoms were relatively mild. If someone develops an acute attack, it can be fatal in a matter of seconds."

The doctor shook his head with regret. Seeing their grief, he continued, "Birth, old age, sickness, and death are all predestined. If you're willing, prescribe some warming and nourishing medicine for the old lady to drink slowly. If she can make it through half a month, there might be a turn for the better."

These words were like a life-saving straw. Yang Donghu wiped away her tears and asked anxiously, "A turn for the better? Does that mean grandma can still be saved? Right?"

"It's just that there might be a turn for the better. It's hard to say about illness."

"As long as there's a chance of improvement, there's hope. Doctor, please prescribe a prescription."

The doctor sighed and asked Zhao Luochuan to go back with him to get the medicine.

Yang Donghu stayed by the old lady's side without leaving her side for a moment. As the old lady fell asleep, it was already evening.

Zhu Cuilan was frightened when she heard about it in the morning, but she was pestered by Tao Le and couldn't get away. She came over to take a look. Zhao Fangchu had a deep affection for the old lady, so he sat by the bed with Yang Donghu and waited.

Yang Anjin brought them lunch at noon, but neither of them had an appetite. It was not until the old lady slowly woke up that they relaxed a little.

"Grandma." Life is unpredictable. Yang Donghu's eyes were red from crying, and her voice was trembling as she called out, "Grandma, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

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