The so-called terminal illness of the old man is not as simple as it seems.

For Meng Qiluo, who was once the supreme cultivation master and had extremely high attainments in medicine and medicine, as long as he used some true qi to perceive it slightly, he could already notice the abnormality.

The disordered aura told her that this was not a disease but a poison!

In this place with precision medical instruments, no one would believe such facts if they were told.

After Meng Qiluo confirmed it, she raised her head calmly, looked at Zhang Yong beside her, and asked, "Uncle Zhang, how is my grandfather's illness? Are there any signs of improvement?"

To be honest, although the original owner knew that his grandfather was seriously ill, she was not very clear about the specific conditions of the disease he had, so it was not surprising to ask.

Zhang Yong also understood that the young lady knew very little and immediately gave a detailed response: "The old man had been overworked before, causing vascular sclerosis and myocardial ischemia. He has been controlled by drugs, but in order to prevent recovery, he can only stay in bed and rest."

Meng Qiluo then asked, "What medicine do you take on weekdays?"

Dr. Zhang pointed to the two medicine bottles on the bedside table: "The main ones are to take Yiqi Pills and Yangxin Tablets."

Meng Qiluo walked up and picked up one of the medicine bottles casually, glanced at the few lines of small words printed on the bottle, then put them down again.

In an instant, she had seen the specific ingredients of this heart-nourishing tablet.

It is a Chinese patent medicine that can relieve pulse and pain. It is indeed a drug to relieve heart problems, but it is limited to this and has no effect on detoxification.

When Meng Qiluo thought of this, she couldn't help but look at Dr. Zhang next to her.

The original owner once heard that the doctor who returned from abroad not only had high education, but also had rich clinical experience, otherwise he would not have been hired as a private doctor by Meng Xingtian.

After Meng Xingtian was seriously ill, he participated in the care and treatment work throughout the process.

So Zhang Yong cannot not know the real reason why Meng Xingtian fell.

But from the moment, he should have concealed this matter.

So, why did he do this? And how did Meng Xingtian get poisoned?

As there were more and more doubts, Meng Qiluo couldn't help but curl up the corner of her mouth. It seemed that this wealthy family was becoming more and more interesting.

"Grandpa, then you have to take medicine on time and take care of your health as soon as possible." Meng Qiluo turned around and said seriously to Meng Xingtian.

"Okay, you can go for breakfast too, you will have to go to school later." Meng Xingtian said with a smile.

Meng Qiluo responded and was about to turn around, but heard Zhong Yan's voice coming from outside the door.

"Master, Miss Xiaoyun is here."

Meng Xingtian frowned: "What are she here to do?"

"Ms. Xiaoyun said she came to see Miss Qiluo to go to school with her."

Meng Xingtian's brows frowned even tighter, and he subconsciously looked at Meng Qiluo.

He originally had a bad impression of Meng Xiaoyun's granddaughter, but after hearing that Meng Qiluo's weird outfits were all her ideas, he suddenly felt dissatisfied.

Now Meng Qiluo has finally changed, will she be influenced by her again?

Meng Qiluo could naturally see the worry in the old man's eyes, and a light curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Grandpa, Uncle Gao should have time to send me to school, right?"

The Uncle Gao she mentioned was the full-time driver of the Meng family.

"Of course there is." Meng Xingtian's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood what Meng Qiluo meant, and then ordered Zhong Yan to arrange the car.
Chapter completed!