The mother and daughter lay side by side, not regaining consciousness for quite a while.
"No, this might... not be caused by your grandfather's faked death yesterday, call the Exorcist," Meng Yongshou told Meng Hang.
His gaze was unfocused, as if he was speaking to himself.
Meng Hang quickly nodded, "Right, Dad, call 4747 immediately."
Meng Yongshou said nothing further and immediately walked to the bedside table, picking up the smartphone that was placed there.
After a moment's thought, he swiftly dialed a series of numbers and put the phone to his ear.
Soon the call connected, and Meng Yongshou spoke into the phone. In less than a minute, he hung up.
Turning around, he saw his son staring at him in astonishment, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Calling the Exorcist," said Meng Yongshou.
Meng Hang exclaimed in surprise, "No, you dialed... the food delivery number, you just ordered takeout."
