Seeing that his expression was a little serious, the children saluted Jiang Li and left quickly.
He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Said: "What's wrong?"
"Grandfather isn't feeling well... Master?"
Before Jiang Shaozhang could finish his words, Jiang Li had already strode away.
He hurried to catch up, thinking of Taigong's situation, and silently prayed for him in his heart.
When we arrived at the courtyard where Taigong lived, several elders of the clan were there.
"Head of the family."
Jiang Li stepped inside and saw his grandfather lying on the bed with a pale face, and his family doctor was next to him.
"You girl..." The old man smiled weakly at Jiang Li, and he seemed to be very ill.
Jiang Li walked forward and held Taigong's pulse before he could react.
There are indeed some problems, but he is definitely not as weak as he appears.
His eyes became sharp and he looked straight at Taigong.
The grandfather who tried hard to exaggerate his illness: "..."
He is really scared to death now.
"I came back a little late last night. It was dark when I passed by Taotie Tower, so..."
She looked up at the elders outside.
Noticing Jiang Li's gaze, several elders pushed and shoved each other, trying to leave.
"Can you uncles tell me what Grandpa stole for dinner last night?"
The steps of leaving paused.
Their eyes were wandering, and they didn't dare to look at Jiang Li.
"Hehe, Patriarch, I just had a little drink and some roast suckling pig..."
It seemed that he was thinking of the roast suckling pig last night. The taste was so amazing that my uncle still misses it.
Jiang Li sighed helplessly.
"Have you vomited?" She looked at her grandfather.
The old man sighed and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that I didn't eat much. By the morning, my stomach started to feel uncomfortable."
Jiang Li frowned: "How much is not much?"
She knew how much Grandpa ate, and if he really didn't eat much, he would definitely not vomit.
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