Han Qingtian's face took on a serious expression. "Young friend Zhao, feel free to speak your mind."
Zhao Dong was silent for a moment before saying, "I suspect that your incident this time, Family Head Han, wasn't due to illness, but... poison."
"What?!"
For a moment, the hospital room fell deathly silent. Han Chuxue looked at Zhao Dong in shock, her voice trembling slightly. "Zhao Dong... what do you mean? Are you saying someone poisoned Grandfather?"
Zhao Dong nodded. "Yes, the Old Master's symptoms are very similar to poisoning."
Han Chuxue asked in confusion, "But if it was poison, why didn't the previous doctors detect it? They drew his blood."
Beside them, Han Jianping and Han Jian'an also wore grave expressions. Han Qingtian narrowed his eyes, his aged gaze filled with inscrutable emotions. Soon, he asked hoarsely, "Young friend Zhao Dong, can you determine what kind of poison it might be?"
