"That’s indeed the case. Your grandfather didn’t take his dicine, and it’s likely to flare up by the evening," Laura Quinn said, her expression filled with indescribable worry.
Previously, taking the dicine once could last him two or three days, but recently, Old Master Quinn’s episodes have beco more frequent.
One dose of dicine barely lasts over a day now.
Yesterday, in their hurried departure, they forgot to bring the dicine Joseph had given them.
She apologized, "Baby, it’s not that Mama doesn’t trust you, but I can’t afford to take the risk."
Her father gave her life and spent a lifeti nurturing her.
Laura Quinn really couldn’t bear to watch him suffer from the illness.
"Then it happens to be that I can’t afford to take the risk either. I won’t let you into the Marsden Estate again."
July Quinn had finally found her mother and barely felt real maternal love for a day—how could she easily let Laura Quinn leave?
"Baby, you don’t have to be like this. Think about it. Jennings is in our hands now, so Joseph surely wouldn’t dare do anything to . I’ll co back right after I get the dicine!"
Laura Quinn took July’s refusal to let her go as just a child’s tantrum, so she softened her voice as much as possible to persuade and coax her.
"I can’t let you go into the Marsden Estate again. You can just abandon that thought."
From the first glance at Laura Quinn, July knew she was repulsed by the Marsden Estate.
Moreover, Laura had already spent much of her beautiful years there; how could July let her return to that cage?
"But do you want to just watch your grandfather die? I can’t—I really can’t do it."
On one side was her daughter she felt guilty toward, on the other was her loving father; both were dear to her.
Choosing either felt like a matter of life and death for Laura Quinn!
July watched as Laura began to cry and was about to say sothing.
Just then, a servant’s alard cry rang out, "Old Master? Old Master..."
"Not good, your grandfather is having an episode again."
Laura imdiately dashed towards Old Master Quinn’s bedroom.
July quickly grabbed her set of silver needles and briskly followed.
Very soon, the two of them entered Old Master Quinn’s bedroom one after the other.
They saw Old Master Quinn lying on the floor, convulsing continuously, with foamy saliva occasionally coming out of his mouth.
Laura Quinn, likely worried he might bite his tongue, quickly put her hand in Old Master Quinn’s mouth.
"Dad, don’t scare !"
"Wake up, quickly."
But despite Laura’s tearful voice, Old Master Quinn continued to convulse, showing no signs of improvent.
July rushed forward, held Old Master Quinn’s wrist, and checked his pulse.
Then she said hastily, "Mom, let go quickly. I need to give Grandpa an acupuncture."
Old Master’s condition was imnsely serious, with an extrely weak pulse.
If he couldn’t make it through this ti, he might not...
"Baby, are you really sure?"
Laura held onto Old Master Quinn, unwilling to let go.
Yes, she was still worried that not only might July fail to cure Old Master Quinn, but also possibly cause him harm.
"If you don’t let go, even if I am sure, it will be too late to save him! Grandpa’s pulse is extrely weak now, and delaying treatnt might make it too late."
Weighing it over and over, Laura finally released her grip.
By now, Old Master Quinn’s face had turned purple from the convulsions; if left unattended, it would indeed be life-threatening.
But at this mont, the doctors probably couldn’t arrive in ti, so Laura could only let July take a chance.
Once Laura let go, July imdiately inserted several silver needles into crucial acupuncture points on Old Master Quinn’s face.
Old Master Quinn’s convulsions ceased at once, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
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