Yang Liu instantly burst into tears. She hugged Old Madam Yang tightly and sobbed as she nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm still alive. I'm not dead. Mother, I'm back."
Old Madam Yang felt her ears buzz. In the next moment, her breathing suddenly quickened. Her eyes rolled and she fell back.
Yang Liu's expression changed and she leaned forward. "Mother!!"
Yang Zhifu, who was standing at the side, couldn't care less. There were still muddy tears in his eyes, but he had subconsciously reached out to catch the mother and daughter.
Gu Dajiang was a step behind and could barely support them.
Gu Yundong opened the door and said to Shao Qingyuan, who had been standing outside, "Come in and check my grandmother."
Shao Qingyuan took a few steps in. Gu Dajiang and Yang Zhifu had already helped Old Madam Yang to the bed and sat her down.
Shao Qingyuan took her pulse and reached out to pinch her.
