The wind in Kyoto gradually picked up, the coldness seeped into the bone marrow, and the air became increasingly biting.
Jiang Yan caught a cold without any warning. His face looked extremely ugly, pale with a sickly bluish-gray tint, and his lips had lost their usual color.
When Jiang Suisui came home from school and saw her father's face, she didn't even have time to take off her coat and took Jiang Yan's pulse.
She frowned, her fingertips resting lightly on Jiang Yan's wrist. It was just a cold, but it didn't look serious. She breathed a sigh of relief.
To be on the safe side, Jiang Suisui still called Tan Xin.
After receiving the call, Tan Xin rushed over immediately.
Tan Xin: "It's just a common cold. Take the medicine on time for two days and get more rest. It will be fine soon."
On the second day and the day after, Jiang Suisui increasingly realized that things were deviating from the normal track.
Jiang Yan's condition not only did not improve, but instead got worse.
His face was filled with fatigue, and his already pale complexion had lost even a trace of color. He looked weak and exhausted.
What made Jiang Suisui even more worried was that she clearly saw that the originally rich purple aura on her father's body was gradually fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This scene made her heart sink suddenly, and a feeling of unease spread wildly in her heart.
"Bao Fu, come out here and explain what's going on."
"Get rich, get rich, get rich."
Jiang Suisui kept shouting "Bao Fu" in her room, but Bao Fu seemed to be dead, and there was no response at all.
Jiang Suisui was extremely anxious, and a thought quickly flashed through his mind: Ji Fei!
She took out the little paper crane given by Ji Fei and sent Ji Fei a message.
Jiang Suisui took a deep breath and tried to sort out his chaotic emotions.
She slowly stood up, went downstairs to get the warm water and cold medicine she had prepared, and walked towards Jiang Yan's room step by step.
When she reached the door, she raised her hand and knocked, but the room was silent and there was no response.
The purple air around Jiang Yan had become almost invisible.
Her heart suddenly tightened, and without thinking too much, she pushed the door open and walked in.
When he walked to the bed, he saw Jiang Yan lying on the bed. His face was as pale as paper. He had fallen into a deep sleep and even his breathing could not be seen.
Jiang Suisui's hand shook uncontrollably, and the glass in her hand fell onto the soft carpet with a "bang".
She didn't even bother to pick up the cup. She staggered to the bed, almost crawling to the bed. Her knees softened and she half-knelt on the ground. She reached out her trembling hand to feel Jiang Yan's breath.
"Dad, it's time to take medicine." Her voice was as soft as catkins in the wind, choked with uncontrollable sobs, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from her broken heart.
A familiar yet somewhat unruly voice suddenly rang out: "You're not dead yet, why are you crying?"
Jiang Suisui turned back subconsciously, his lips trembling, and after a long while he uttered two words: "Old man!"
Ji Fei was still wearing a Taoist robe, his face expressionless: "I am your master!"
Jiang Suisui didn't have the heart to care about these things at the moment. Her eyes were filled with tears and she said in a sobbing voice: "Master, please help my father, he..."
Ji Fei waved his hand: "Okay, I know everything!"
"I really owe you two, father and daughter. Hurry up and call out that little thing in your body!"
Jiang Suisui's eyes were red, and his expression was confused: "Master, what do you mean?"
Ji Fei rolled his eyes: "That's what you think!"
Jiang Suisui asked tentatively: "Get rich overnight? I called him, but he hasn't responded recently!"
When Ji Fei heard this, he instantly flew into a rage and cursed: "This bastard is slacking off again!"
Jiang Suisui blinked: "Master, didn't you say that cultivators should pay attention to the image of immortals?"
Ji Fei... I have been pretending for more than ten years in order to support you and avoid being discovered. Can I let you go now?
Jiang Suisui watched as Ji Fei's figure began to twist and change, and in the blink of an eye he turned into Jiang Yilin.
Jiang Suisui stammered, "Old...Old...Jiang!"
Ji Fei blew his beard and glared: "I raised you as much as your father did, why is it always Old Man or Old Jiang!"
Jiang Suisui felt his head buzzing, his brain capacity clearly insufficient: "What's going on!"
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