Meng Hao would never give his grandfather the ink to drink, and as for Meng Yisong, who was slumped on the ground, he simply pretended to faint to avoid this disaster.
Seeing Meng Yisong feigning death, Liu Xiaoyuan sneered inwardly. "Damn it, pretending to be dead in front of me? You're showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu. Don't you know that my god-level invincible system is proficient in all the arts?"
"Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong?" Meng Hao saw his grandfather's eyes close and thought something terrible had happened. He called out anxiously, tears welling up in his eyes.
Once again, everyone's attention turned to Meng Yisong because of Meng Hao's voice. Seeing Meng Yisong's condition, everyone thought that Meng Yisong had fainted because he couldn't take the blow.
"Xiao Hao, hurry up and call to send your grandpa to the hospital, in case anything happens to him."
"Yes, Xiaohao, quickly call a doctor."
Immediately, the people in the room erupted in chatter, each talking at once. Meng Hao immediately pulled out his phone to dial 120 for emergency medical assistance.
"Hey, please wait a moment!" Liu Xiaoyuan walked to Meng Hao's side, grabbed the hand Meng Hao was holding the phone, and said with a smile.
"What do you want to do?" Meng Hao's eyes were practically spitting fire. If it weren't for this kid, his grandfather wouldn't be in this state, and he wouldn't have lost face so badly.
Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, "I wanted to tell you that I actually know a little about medicine. Don't rush to make the call, maybe I can wake your grandfather up!"
Meng Hao naturally didn't believe Liu Xiaoyuan's words. Even if Liu Xiaoyuan's medical skills were superb, Meng Hao would not let Liu Xiaoyuan touch his grandfather.
"Get away from me! You're not allowed to touch my grandpa!" Meng Hao shouted.
Oh dear! Still has such a temper. Looks like I didn't slap you hard enough earlier.
"Meng Hao, right? If you delay even a second longer, your grandfather's life will be in danger!" Liu Xiaoyuan threatened.
Upon hearing this, Meng Hao glanced at his grandfather, his mind filled with skepticism about Liu Xiaoyuan's words. Meng Hao was unaware that Meng Yisong was faking his unconsciousness.
Seeing the expression on Meng Hao's face, Liu Xiaoyuan knew he had fooled the guy, and continued, "If you don't believe me, you can try it, as long as you're willing to risk your grandfather's life."
Upon hearing this, Meng Hao immediately became uneasy. If something were to happen to his grandfather, he would truly become a sinner for all time.
"Alright, then I'll show you!" Meng Hao finally gave in, intimidated by Liu Xiaoyuan's words.
At this moment, Meng Yisong, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, was complaining bitterly, cursing his grandson for being too timid and easily intimidated by others. He was too stupid.
"President Meng, let me take a look at you!" Liu Xiaoyuan walked over to Meng Yisong, squatted down, and said to Meng Yisong.
People didn't understand why Liu Xiaoyuan had to talk to Meng Yisong when he was seeing a doctor. Meng Yisong was already unconscious, so he wouldn't know what you were saying.
Liu Xiaoyuan pretended to take Meng Yisong's pulse, and after a while said, "Oh dear, the situation is not optimistic. Luckily I'm here, otherwise Chairman Meng would really be dead."
Upon hearing this, Meng Yisong was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "Damn it, you're the one who's dead!"
Liu Xiaoyuan continued, "In Chairman Meng's case, his body will likely experience some fatal reactions soon, such as convulsions throughout his body."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Xiaoyuan took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and gently tapped Meng Yisong's body. Meng Yisong's body immediately began to convulse involuntarily, as if he were having an epileptic seizure.
When everyone saw that Meng Yisong's body was actually convulsing, they looked at Liu Xiaoyuan with surprise. They hadn't expected that this young man was not only skilled in calligraphy, but also had excellent medical skills.
Meng Hao was even more shocked. He had been skeptical of Liu Xiaoyuan's medical skills, but now that he saw that Liu Xiaoyuan had accurately predicted his grandfather's condition, he no longer doubted Liu Xiaoyuan's medical skills.
"Mr. Liu, please, you must save my grandfather." For Meng Yisong's life, Meng Hao pleaded directly with Liu Xiaoyuan.
"This is a bit difficult," Liu Xiaoyuan said, feigning a troubled expression.
Meng Hao immediately said, "Mr. Liu, please, you must save my grandfather, please."
Other people who were close to Meng Yisong also joined in the plea, begging Liu Xiaoyuan to show mercy and save Meng Yisong's life.
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "As I just said, this ink is actually a top-quality medicine. Your grandfather's condition will be cured as long as he drinks the ink from that inkstone."
Upon hearing this, Meng Hao immediately became suspicious again, thinking that Liu Xiaoyuan wanted to take this opportunity to deliberately make his grandfather drink ink, and that his earlier mention of his grandfather's illness was just a fluke.
Seeing the expression on Meng Hao's face, Liu Xiaoyuan said, "You need to make a decision quickly. Your grandfather's illness cannot be delayed. After the convulsions, his whole body will itch, and he will scratch his skin until it breaks."
After saying that, Liu Xiaoyuan did the same thing again, tapping Meng Yisong's body. Immediately, Meng Yisong stopped convulsing. The next second, Meng Yisong's body felt like a million ants were crawling all over him, and he was itchy all over.
Although Meng Yisong's eyes were closed, his hands kept scratching at his body. At first, he didn't use much force, but in the end, he scratched his thin clothes until they were torn.
Upon witnessing this scene, Meng Hao no longer doubted Liu Xiaoyuan's medical skills and immediately said to Liu Xiaoyuan, "Mr. Liu, what do you suggest we do? Please save my grandfather."
Liu Xiaoyuan pointed to the ink in the inkstone on the desk and said, "Didn't I just say that if you want to cure your grandfather's illness, you just need to feed him ink?"
"Can drinking ink really cure my grandfather's illness?" Meng Hao asked with a skeptical tone.
Liu Xiaoyuan spread his hands and said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you don't believe it, then forget it. Anyway, it's not my grandfather who's lying on the ground having an attack."
Meng Hao thought that since ink wouldn't kill anyone, he might as well trust this kid this once.
So Meng Hao picked up the inkstone from the desk and walked over to Meng Yisong. He saw that Meng Yisong was scratching himself incessantly, and there was no way to feed him the ink.
"Mr. Liu, how should we feed him?" Meng Hao asked with a troubled expression.
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "Saliva feeding?"
"Huh!?" Meng Hao was dumbfounded when he heard this. Mouth-to-mouth feeding? Wouldn't that mean he would have to drink the ink himself?
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "What do you mean 'ah'? If you don't want to, that's fine too. Anyway, this is the only way right now. You decide what to do."
Meng Hao was having a fierce internal struggle, hesitating about whether or not to do it. But when he saw his grandfather's condition on the ground, Meng Hao finally made up his mind to do as Liu Xiaoyuan said.
Meng Hao took a deep breath, then mustered his courage and brought his mouth to the inkstone, taking a sip of ink. He then put the inkstone aside, walked to Meng Yisong's side, bent down, pried open Meng Yisong's mouth, and poured the last bit of ink into Meng Yisong's mouth.
(End of this chapter)
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