Chapter 222

Really awake?

Is it so fast!

Su Haitang was a little confused and had the illusion of being set by others.

"Come on, let's go in and have a look."

He Anbang's face was also strange. He pulled down his granddaughter's hand and found that the palm was full of cold sweat. He couldn't help but have a click in his heart.

"You're not feeling well?"

Ji Fengyun hurried into the ward and came out again. Looking at Su Haitang's pale face and straight eyes, he reached out his pocket and handed over a piece of Rune paper.

"An Shenfu, here you are."

Su Haitang looked at him silently and pretended to be weak.

"Grandpa, I'm tired."

"Can you hold on? Let's take a look at the old chief and go home to have a rest." he Anbang loves his granddaughter, but it's not good to turn around and leave without revealing his face. He looked at Ji Fengyun in embarrassment.

Ji Fengyun brought a chair and asked Su Haitang to sit down and rest, and handed it up the steps in time.

"Sister Mingzhu has a special constitution. She should give her luck to my grandfather in exchange for his life. This led to her sudden weakness and need a good rest."

"Da en doesn't say thank you. I'm here with my sister. Grandpa he goes in to see my grandpa. Let's go home with my sister first."

Su Haitang is extremely grateful to God for talking about unreliable little Taoists, even nonsense.

Although she used most of the stored spiritual spring water, she didn't overdraw at all; The abnormal performance is entirely due to tension. I don't know how to face the next scene.

She can't be held up as a God, can she? No, that's!

"I'm just a little dizzy. I'm weak. Just have a rest."

Su Haitang leaned "weakly" against the back of his chair and explained wisely.

"Life and death are mysterious things. Your luck changes one after another. You're weak and hard to be brave at the moment." Ji Fengyun solemnly stared at a pair of clear and divine Phoenix eyes, and his lips moved quickly.

Su Haitang suspected that he was chanting scriptures to her. He was hairy and goose bumps all over.

"I'll go in and have a look."

He Anbang made a decision and strode into the ward.

He is a firm proletarian revolutionary soldier. He doesn't believe in the nonsense of gods and ghosts. However, he has dabbled in the ancient Chinese art of war, the strange door of dunjia and Yi learning, and witnessed two wonders of his daughter-in-law and old chief. He can't help but believe it.

Taoist Qinghe of Wudang is not a magic stick to fool people at will. He is an expert with Tao. People don't rely on fortune telling to eat. It's still because it involves close disciples. It's reasonable to speak up.

It's just dividing up the granddaughter's vitality to continue his life. Such a sinister thing, the old leader with strong principles will never agree.

Most importantly, the reputation can't spread! Otherwise, if a good granddaughter becomes Tang Monk's meat and everyone wants to bite, it will be in trouble.

Still have to talk about science!

He Anbang turned many thoughts in an instant, put a happy smile on his face, walked to the old chief's bed in three steps and two steps, and his eyes were wet with those sharp sword like eyes.

The North China lion, who will never be defeated, is also old.

"Old chief, take care of yourself!"

Two pairs of wrinkled hands are tightly clenched together, also dotted with deep and shallow scars and ugly old people's spots, shining with great military achievements.

"Pearl, come back? Good boy. Don't bother her. Go back."

Ji Chengru ordered two sentences intermittently, which was very laborious.

He Anbang, seeing the old chief, still had to understand as always, and took care of them without hesitation. His eyes were hot.

"Pearl, she tried her best. She's too tired to stand up and rest outside. When she's energetic, I'll take her to see you."

"No." Ji Chengru's strength is insufficient. His sentence is very short, but his momentum is not reduced. "No one needs it. There's a doctor. Go back."

"Yes!"