Song Qinrong rushed forward with quick eyes and hands, and caught Zhao Shuying.

The restaurant suddenly became panic.

Meng Yali said anxiously: "Call Dr. Feng here!"

Before she could finish her order, Mrs. Chen had already trotted out.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Qinrong put her hand on her grandmother's wrist, flipped her eyelids, and her face suddenly became solemn.

This situation is obviously not the first time. After a brief panic, everyone calmed down and carried Zhao Shuying into the bedroom to help her inject oxygen.

When Dr. Feng arrived in a hurry, Zhao Shuying had already recovered some of her mind, but her forehead was still sweating.

Meng Yali led him into the bedroom and was about to turn around and close the door when she saw Song Qinrong coming in too, a hint of impatient flashed between her eyebrows, but she still spoke gently.

"You can wait outside. You can't help grandma's illness, just have Yiyi and me."

As he said that, he closed the door.

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows, turned around, and collided with Song Xiao, who was also blocked outside the door.

Song Xiao immediately took a few steps back in disgust and muttered, "The country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, and he will cause trouble when he comes!"

"Hey?" Song Qinrong leaned against the wall as if she didn't hear it, and raised her chin at Song Xiao, "Grandma isn't this the first time she fainted, right?"

Song Xiao didn't want to pay attention to her at first, but when he heard this, he glared at her little eyes: "What's not the first time? Grandma hasn't been dizzy for a long time, but she was so angry that she was so angry by you when she came!"

It's not the first time.

Song Qinrong pursed her lips and pondered.

Children generally don’t have a strong concept of time. Song Xiao said it took a long time, but it may not be necessary for only one month.

It seems that grandma's physical condition is worse than she expected.

Thinking of the pulse that he had just discovered, Song Qinrong pushed her glasses, and a coldness flashed behind the frame.

Not long after standing, the bedroom door opened. Song Yiyi called out with a strange look: "Sister, grandma told you to come in."

When Song Xiao heard the sound, he immediately straightened his neck, glared at Song Qinrong, and rushed in front of her.

Song Qinrong followed behind. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Zhao Shuying leaning halfway against the head of the bed, her whole face wrinkled together, and she was refusing to take medicine with her life.

"Oh, it's so bitter! I'll eat it later, I'll take it later..."

Meng Yali held the medicine and coaxed her: "Eat early and get better, otherwise she will faint again next time."

"What are you afraid of? It's not the first time you're dizzy! Oh, Rongrong is here, I'm talking to Rongrong, you guys go out first!" Seeing Song Qinrong come in, Zhao Shuying was as if she was amnesty and hurriedly drove people away.

Song Xiao, who was about to go up to show his presence: "...hum!"

After glaring at Song Qinrong with the expression he thought was the most fierce, he was kicked out of the door reluctantly.

Meng Yali continued to struggle unwillingly: "Then take the medicine first and then..."

"I've said I'll eat it!" Zhao Shuying lost her patience, "Are you upset?"

Meng Yali was so choked that she couldn't speak. She glanced at Song Qinrong unhappily, put down the medicine, and went out.

"Are grandma better?"

After everyone was exposed, Song Qinrong walked to the edge of the bed, but her eyes were attracted by the two pills that Meng Yali had placed on the table before leaving, and she nodded: "What medicine is that? Is it so bitter?"

When Zhao Shuying heard this, her face turned green again: "It's really not ordinary hardship! I don't know what medicine Dr. Feng prescribed. I thought I would get used to it every day, but I didn't expect it to get harder the more I endured."

"Oh?" Song Qinrong reached out to take the pill, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Looking at her movements, Zhao Shuying immediately stepped back in horror: "Rongrong! Didn't you come to force me too? I won't eat it!"

"How can that work?" But Song Qinrong pinched the pill and blinked at her, "The medicine still needs to be taken."

Then, he put the medicine in his pocket without changing his face: "That's right, that's how good."

After the words came to an end, the sound of Meng Yali's high heels slowly leaving outside the door.

Zhao Shuying: "???!!!"

Old Swan, she finally has teammates!

"Let Rongrong come and feed me medicine in the future!"

Without the pressure of taking medicine, Zhao Shuying was in a good mood. After chatting with her granddaughter for a while, she couldn't stand it and fell asleep.

After settled down, Song Qinrong stepped onto the third floor under the guidance of Mrs. Chen and walked towards the room that had been cleaned up for her.

There is a long corridor on the third floor, next to it, with rooms, one of which has a door open, no bed inside, and the wooden floor is so clean that it can reflect.

There are so many rooms, this door is open.

Song Qinrong glanced inside casually and withdrew her gaze.

"This is Miss Three's dance room." Mrs. Chen said, "Miss Three is very awesome. She just returned from a national competition gold medal last month."

Zhao Shuying mentioned this just now when she was chatting.

Song Yiyi is preparing for an intercontinental event recently. She goes to the teacher to practice dancing every day. In order to save time on the road, she temporarily lives in an old house closer to her.

It is also because of her living here that Meng Yali and her son will come here every now and then, so Song Qinrong will meet them today.

If nothing unexpected happens, you will encounter it often in the future.

"Miss Three has been smart since she was a child and learns everything faster than others. Among the grandchildren, the old lady loves her the most! Look, this is Miss Three's room."

Mrs. Chen pointed to one of the rooms and said, then pointed to the next door: "Miss. Second, this is your room."

Looking at the two rooms next to each other, Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows.

"Miss Three likes quietness and specially arranges the room in the corner. Miss Two... may need to pay a little attention."

Mrs. Chen instructed with an expression of "I'm afraid that the country people will make noises and make noises the most unruly."

Song Qinrong curled her lips slightly, said nothing, and went straight into the room.

"If nothing happens, I will leave first, and the second lady will rest early."

Song Qinrong nodded and locked the door.

This time when she came to the Song family, the luggage she brought was very simple. In addition to the box full of gifts, she was just a backpack with her.

Song Qinrong picked up her backpack, took out a cell phone from it, pressed a few buttons quickly, and an excited male voice came from the receiver.

"Little...Little Junior Sister?"

"Second Brother."

As soon as he heard this, the other side exploded: "...What a junior sister! You little unconscience finally know how much we are worried about you in the past three years? The master was so anxious that his hair was almost gone!"

"Master?" An old man who always whispered, and Song Qinrong's eyebrows and eyes were a little gentle, "Master doesn't have a few hairs at all, right?"

"Mist grass, dare you say that the master has no hair? He heard that he is going to poison you again! Hahaha, no, I have to tell the master to go hahaha..."

The laughter on the opposite side was deafening. Song Qinrong couldn't help but take her phone away: "Second Brother..."

"Okay, there's no news for three years. Now I'm suddenly looking for me. Is something wrong? Let's say something and say nothing, and let it go!"

"Yes." Song Qinrong pressed her eyebrows, "It's about my grandma."

"...It's the rich old lady who gives you jewelry and calligraphy every year?"

"Yes." Song Qinrong stared at the two pills taken out of her pocket, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said word by word, "I suspect she was poisoned."
Chapter completed!