"Uncle!" Just as Lin Jiajing walked out of the bedroom, she saw him cut his hand and hurriedly searched for a bandage for him.
Wen Shixuan was squatting like a fool.
Lin Jiajing helped him stick the bandage on his finger, relieved to see the bleeding stop, she asked, "Uncle, how do you feel?"
"My chest is pounding," Wen Shixuan touched his chest and said vaguely.
"Uncle, are you having chest pain?" Lin Jiajing's face showed panic, and in her concern, she said, "Let me take you to the hospital, Uncle."
"No, it's not that," Wen Shixuan waved his hand but couldn't explain clearly.
In her urgency, Lin Jiajing thought that in all of Beijing, only Manman could be relied upon, and immediately dialed Manman's cell phone. She dialed for a long time, but there was no response, no one answered.
She was puzzled: what happened to Manman?
"Did Manman not pick up?" Wen Shixuan came up behind her, his complexion pale, and he asked loudly.
"Uncle?" Lin Jiajing was startled by his appearance.
