C569 Hypoglycemia?

Opening the door, just as expected, the one standing outside was Old Master Jing.

The rain was too heavy, and he did not hold up an umbrella. His entire body was drenched by the rain.

His white hair stuck to his scalp, causing him to look even more haggard and old.

Jing Bao'er didn't say anything. She only slightly frowned, then directly turned around and returned to Jing Rong's side to sit down.

Looking at Jing Bao'er's back figure, the old man slightly frowned.

After entering, he patted his own hair at the door. With the rain on his body, the old man put on his slippers and walked step by step into the living room.

If one was old, then their body would no longer be the same as before.

It had only been a few steps from the carriage to the door, but he had been drenched in the rain for a minute and already felt extremely cold.

Glancing at Jing Bao'er, Old Master Jing lowered her eyes, sighed, then walked to the sofa and sat down.

Seeing that his body was drenched, Jing Rong frowned slightly, then passed the blanket to him.

Old Master Jing took the blanket and draped it over his shoulders, "Thank you, Fourth Elder …"

"It's raining so heavily, why did you come out? You're not in a good condition to begin with..." Jing Rong said.

"I want to come out, look at you, and continue begging you to forgive me. If you don't forgive me, I won't be able to sleep tonight …" The Old Master Jing said.

"I have clearly told you what I should say …" Jing Rong coldly replied as he frowned.

No matter how much he hated, at this moment, Jing Rong could not help but feel heartache when she saw how pitifully haggard he looked while drenched in sweat.

After all, he was his biological father, connected by blood …

"If you don't forgive me, then I won't leave today …" The Old Master Jing said again, his attitude stubborn.

"Then you stay here, Bo, and let's go upstairs."

Right after he finished speaking, Jing Rong frowned again and stretched out his hand towards Jing Bao'er …

Glancing at the Old Master Jing, Jing Bao'er hesitated for a moment. In the end, he grabbed Jing Rong's hand and they both went upstairs.

Seeing that, the Old Master Jing sprung up like a spring.

His legs gave way, and in the next second, he fell towards the ground …

His elbow accidentally touched the ashtray on the tea table …

He fell to the ground along with the ashtray …

"Pa ~ ~"

There was a crisp sound and the ashtray shattered.

The sharp shards of glass were merciless as they stabbed into his skin!

A bright red liquid gushed out from the wound and dyed his palm red ….

Hearing that, Jing Rong and Jing Bao'er stopped in their tracks and turned their heads at the same time.

Seeing the scene behind them, the two of them were shocked!

Jing Rong immediately shot forward like an arrow and rushed to his side, kneeling on one knee, helping him stand up and allowing him to lean on his body —

Seeing his right hand that was bleeding profusely, Jing Rong immediately pulled his right wrist and said to Jing Bao'er: "Bao Er, go get the medicine box."

Jing Bao'er nodded and quickly ran upstairs.

"Why are you so careless!" Jing Rong asked with a gloomy face.

"I was too anxious when I saw that you were about to leave just now … Fourth Bro, I feel a little dizzy, I … "

In the next second, he was completely stunned in Jing Rong's arms, he had no intuition at all …

"Dad... "Dad..."

"Father... "Wake up …"

Jing Rong shook him with all his might and called out to him.

However, he did not react at all.

At this moment, Jing Rong's heart immediately mentioned the laryngeal eye.

In the next second, he quickly carried Old Master Jing on his back and ran outside.

Outside, the rain was still pouring down and there was no sign of stopping.

The entire world was in chaos.

The moment they stepped out of the door, the icy rain fell mercilessly and drenched them from head to toe.

But Jing Rong did not care about all these.

Taking out his own car key s from his pocket, Jing Rong remotely unlocked the car and directly put the old man into the back of the car …

As he drove, he stepped hard on the accelerator and sped towards the location of the Beijing General Hospital.

When Jing Bao'er carried the medicine box downstairs, she realized that both Old Master Jing and Jing Rong were no longer there.

Just as he was about to call Jing Rong, he received a call.

"Hey, fourth uncle …"

"The old man suddenly fainted just now. I'm on my way to send him to the hospital."

"Got it..."

"You go to bed early, eh?"

"Alright …"

Jing Bao'er nodded heavily and hung up the phone.

Although Jing Aotian had done many things that let her down.

But at this moment, hearing Jing Rong tell her that he had fainted. On the way to the hospital, Jing Bao'er still felt extremely uncomfortable.

… ….

When Old Master Jing arrived at the hospital, he was pushed into the emergency room.

Jing Rong sat on a bench outside the emergency room, waiting anxiously with a gloomy face.

Time passed second by second.

Every minute in the past felt like a century to Jing Rong.

Thirty minutes later, the door to the emergency room slowly opened.

A doctor walked out from the emergency room.

The doctor respectfully walked in front of Jing Rong and said, "Fourth Young Master, he is fine."

"Why is he like this?" Jing Rong asked.

"Did the lordmaster not eat tonight after taking insulin?" the doctor asked.

"I'm not sure about that..." Jing Rong said.

"When the old man was sent here, his blood sugar was especially low. Usually, this kind of situation happens when he doesn't eat after taking out the insulin …" the doctor said.

"Oh …" Jing Rong nodded.

"Fourth young master, people with diabetes must strictly control their diet … After taking out the insulin, you must eat something, or else the consequences will be unimaginable... " the doctor said again.

"I know, I'll tell him." Jing Rong asked again, "Do you need me to be hospitalized?"

"The old man is now injecting glucose. After the injection, when he wakes up, he can leave …" the doctor said.

"Alright …"

As they spoke, the Old Master Jing was pushed out.

The old tutor's face was pale as a sheet. He looked like dead grass.

Jing Rong's heart tightened, he stood up and pushed the old man into the ward with the bodyguards.

After placing the old man on the bed, the medics and nurses left. Jing Rong sat on the bed alone, waiting for him to wake up.

"Du, du, du ~ ~"

His phone vibrated.

This sudden vibration was especially abrupt in the ward.

He took out his cell phone, saw that it was Jing Bao'er's number, and picked it up — —

"How is grandpa?" Jing Bao'er asked.

"It's fine, it's just a low blood sugar …"

"Hmm …"

"Sleep early, huh?" Jing Rong said.

"Un, I'm asleep..."

Seeing that Old Master Jing slowly opened his eyes, Jing Rong ended the call.

"You're awake …"

"Cough cough …" Fourth Bro, what happened to me? " Old Master Jing asked.

"You fainted because of hypoglycemia."

"Hypoglycemia?"