Lin Yongcheng knelt down in a daze beside his grandfather, his hands still tightly clutching at his pants. All he wanted was to make the situation sound dire so that his grandfather would quickly think of a way to save his brother. But how, how did it come to this—with his grandfather collapsing?
"Wretched child!" Lin Jiazhong kicked his eldest son aside and also quickly knelt down beside Lin Jianling, alternately calling out in urgent tones and stimulating the philtrum. Despite his efforts, Lin Jianling had no response other than his body still twitching.
Lin Yuan watched the scene from nearby, the familiarity striking her with déjà vu. In her past life, an elderly chef in the kitchen had suddenly suffered a stroke and fallen, just like this.
The crowd in the courtyard had yet to disperse when the old village head saw Lin Jianling's state and sensed something was amiss. He promptly urged a few lithe men of the village to fetch a doctor from the city.
