Song Pianlan was shocked and pale. "Grandpa!"
Song Tengfei hurried over. "Grandpa!"
Mother Song cried, "Dad!"
It seemed Old Man Song couldn't understand what anyone was saying. Darkness clouded his vision, and his body lurched forward.
Before he could hit the ground, someone caught him. Immediately after, a Silver Needle was thrust into his philtrum.
Soon, Old Man Song began to revive, his vision gradually clearing. As he looked up and saw Si Mingjing, the one who had ruined his reputation, he grasped her slender wrist, his voice barely a whisper, "This isn't true. Animal-derived Paclitaxel doesn't have this side effect..."
"Great-grandfather, it's true."
The certainty in Si Mingjing's voice was like a final blow.
Old Man Song felt like vomiting blood again, but Si Mingjing quickly stabilized him with a few more Silver Needles.
