Just as Chi Mingwei took out his phone, Old Master Chi stopped vomiting blood and waved his hand at him.
"No, we don't have to go to the hospital," Old Master Chi said hoarsely.
"Old man!" Sun Qiulan looked at him in disbelief, unable to understand why he was still resisting.
"I'm feeling much better." Old Master Chi looked at Chi Jiao with affection. "It's all thanks to Jiaojiao. I feel a lot more comfortable now!"
His body had always been invaded by cold air, so his body often felt heavy and weak.
After expelling the cold blood earlier, he felt like his body had relaxed a lot. His eyes were clear.
It had been almost five years since he had felt this carefree from head to toe.
"How is that possible?" Chi Yan had yet to hide her smugness. Coupled with her shocked expression, she looked a little comical.
She walked quickly to the bed and looked at Old Master Chi in disbelief. "Grandpa, are you really better?"
