Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

With this look, it was obvious that Yao Rong had fainted, so where was his turn to be Zhuo Shu?

"Let me take a look," Wenshui said. He rushed forward, threw the coffee cup to Zhuo Shu, and stretched out his hand to help Yao Rong lie on the bed.

"Crash!" A cup full of coffee was poured on Zhuo Shu's body.

Gu Chuyan walked to the bed, a little nervous, and asked in a low voice: "Wen Shui, how is Yao Rong?"

"The body is too weak. Although the toxin is not strong in the body, there is still venom in it. The situation is unknown. I will go out and figure it out." Wenshui said in a low voice.

Although his face turned pale, Gu Chuyan and Zhuo Shu saw the clues. They remained silent and watched Wenshui leave. Gu Chuyan said, "Zhuo Shu, don't worry, it should be fine."

Zhuo Shu pursed his lips and said nothing, looking down at Yao Rong who was lying on the bed, especially since she had just shed so much blood and looked like she was fighting for her life. He held her hand and looked at the palms of both hands. They were all full of tiny marks from cactus pricks. The hole is red.

"I will accompany you." Zhuo Shu said in a deep voice. He took the medicine and applied it on her. Gu Chuyan stood there and suddenly took half a step back.

Mr. Zhuo held the child high and looked at a loss.

"Grandpa Zhuo." When Gu Chuyan turned around, she saw Mr. Zhuo standing there dumbfounded, holding the child high.

The child's urine shot towards him. After Mr. Zhuo was forced to drink, he stood there stiffly, as if his acupoints had been tapped. Xiao Mohan pushed the door open and walked in.

"Grandpa Zhuo, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Mohan stepped forward and laughed out loud when he saw Master Zhuo crying.

Gu Chuyan took a small step forward and smelled something. She looked at Mr. Zhuo's face and the water droplets from Jin Youyou, spreading everywhere along his cheeks and neck.

"This is it?" Gu Chuyan was stunned.

This yellowish water has a peculiar smell, and looking at Mr. Zhuo lifting the child up, this angle seems to mean that Mr. Zhuo's face is being used as a "venting device" by the child?

"Well, it's okay, it's okay." Zhuo Lao smiled happily.

The child didn't even open his eyelids, as if he was asleep.

"I guess his dark skin is caused by the toxins all over his body. He just urinated, so it's normal." Zhuo Lao said, obviously not minding at all.

Xiao Mohan silently watched his face turned yellow, and looked at the child thoughtfully, vaguely knowing what was going on.

"Third Master, take a look for me, is this...a boy?" Mr. Zhuo was not sure, as if he was afraid that he might have seen it wrong.

Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and was about to speak, but saw Mr. Zhuo reaching out, gently poking him, and said, "It looks like a man."

"No, I have to take a look." Mr. Zhuo said. He stretched out his hand and touched it and found that it felt really good.

Although Mr. Zhuo is old, his "fragile" heart cannot bear the blow.

Those sharp black eyes stared at the great-grandson, touched him lightly, and asked Xiao Mohan: "Third Master, do you see if this is true?"

At this moment, the old man seriously doubted that those words were false.

"Well, really." Xiao Mohan's silent black eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at Mr. Zhuo blankly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he nodded.

Hearing his words, Mr. Zhuo was worried. He held the child and turned to look at Gu Chuyan and said, "Third Madam, are you sure this is true?"

"It's probably true." Gu Chuyan's cheeks turned red.

When an old man held a child in his arms and asked her if it was true or false, Gu Chuyan was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look directly at it.

"Child, don't scare Grandpa Zeng, Grandpa Zeng is old." Mr. Zhuo said, holding him and preparing to leave.