"I am okay." grandpa Zhang told them, "I am really okay." He spoke gravelly as he struggled to take quick shallow breaths.
But how could his words be trusted when her was shivering like the last leaf left on a sturdy tree branch on a cold windy night?
"You are not okay," Zhang Bo told him.
"I am not dying. You will scare everyone if you overreact." grandpa Zhang told Zhang Bo. "Just bring me some water, or a tonic..."
Caishen opened the door to the study and Haitao handed him something.
"Here." Caishen shoved a bottle at Zhang Bo. "Help him drink some of this."
It was a water bottle, brown in color and quite sturdy. Zhang Bo shook it curiously because he was quite curious about what was inside.
"Hurry." Caishen said curtly.
