Bai Tang saw that the drunkard didn't answer him, and hurried to the bedside to check on his grandfather's condition.
Seeing that his grandfather's condition had obviously improved a lot, with his breathing and complexion having become noticeably normal, he finally showed a smile.
"Uncle Ming, Grandpa is okay now," he turned his head and said joyfully to Wei Ming, who had just walked in.
Uncle Ming quickly stepped forward to check and saw that Old Bai's complexion had improved, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart finally settled down.
He patted Bai Tang on the shoulder, "It's okay now, don't worry."
"What's wrong with you?" Qing Yi's anxious, concerned voice rang out.
Everyone turned to look at the drunkard on the couch, who looked even more pale and sickly than Old Bai.
Jun Moyan glanced at Old Bai on the bed, then turned to the drunkard, noticing his trembling right hand.
"What's wrong with your hand?"