"Puff." The old man squirted out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the curtain red.

Blood along the curtain, like blood pearls, dripping onto the ground little by little, expanding, like a gathering lake, the smell of blood came to the nose.

"Old man." Uncle Li shouted in fear.

He put the food on the table and ran forward in panic.

Yan Lancang had just finished the phone call and walked out. Yan Feng took the car key, turned back from the outside, rushed to the door, and saw Su Yiwan holding the old man, and he vomited blood and dyed the sheet red, and his hand grabbed Su Yiwan's wrist.

"What the hell is going on?" Yan Feng rushed in.

He saw the old man's situation and glared at Su Yiwan and said, "My grandpa was fine the previous second. What did you do to him?"

Su Yiwan was roared by Yan Feng, and her hands froze.

But he ignored him and put him on the bed, his clothes were dyed with some blood.

"What's going on?" Yan Lancang walked in with heavy steps, standing beside Su Yiwan, with a solemn expression but a steady momentum.

His calmness made people feel oppressed, and even Yan Feng was so arrogant that he didn't dare to breathe. When he saw Yan Lancang, his arrogant momentum disappeared in an instant.

"It should be that the powder that suffocates the respiratory system." Su Yiwan said.

Her little hands clenched into fists. Without the coldness of the past, she was more serious and powerful in a state of being uneven and powerful. She looked at the room coldly, but didn't see any strangeness inside.

"No one knows the details of Grandpa Yan's illness except us, so you'd better check who has approached his bedroom recently." Su Yiwan said.

She would never allow her patients to have any problems, but this person was challenging her limits.

"How is my father's situation?" Yan Lancang asked in a deep voice.

The man's handsome face was slightly heavy, and he lowered his eyes to the old man lying on the bed.

Su Yiwan looked at Yan Feng thoughtfully, and Yan Lancang turned around and said coldly: "Uncle Li, you and Yan Feng go out to check and see who has approached the bedroom."

"Yes." Uncle Li responded and "invited" Yan Feng out.

Yan Feng didn't expect that Su Yi wanted to help him out of the evening party. At this moment, his hostility towards her was even more obvious.

But Yan Lan Cang was there, and it was not his turn to refuse. Yan Feng could only grit his teeth and follow Uncle Li to leave.

"Although he sucked in a lot of powder and caused him to cough and bleeding, I basically controlled his condition, but if he had such accidents one after another, I guess no one would be able to save him."

"This is the housework of your Yan family. I don't want to say anything more, but the old man's body is originally weak and cannot withstand this kind of tossing." Su Yiwan said.

Yan Lancang stood beside her, looking down at her delicate little face, with the solemn between her eyebrows and eyes, he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, starting today, there is no third person except you and Uncle Li to approach him."

Su Yiwan was silent. She walked to the bed and looked down at the old man's unconscious appearance.

"You just trust me?" Su Yiwan frowned.

She and Yan Lancang had no relationship. The last time he had an accident, the two of them "get out of bed" just pretended, but he handed over Mr. Yan's life to himself. Su Yiwan was a little surprised.

"Why don't you believe it? After all, I can still decide who Miss Su married." The man said in a hoarse voice.

Su Yiwan listened and felt that this was a little wrong, but something was wrong and couldn't say it.

"You'd better keep your promise after this." Su Yiwan said.
Chapter completed!