"Wang Shouzhen, what is the grudge between us? Why did you try to harm my grandfather!" Shen Youling exclaimed, her voice thick with grief and indignation.
Wang Shouzhen stamped his foot. "Don't you dare slander me! Your classmates all said this is Dendrobium nobile, a great tonic herb. It's not poisonous at all!"
"But, but…" Shen Youling was at a loss for words.
"Let's not worry about who's to blame right now! Hurry up and get Grandfather to the hospital!" Shen Jiayue urged. She was afraid Shen Youling would speak out of turn and offend the Second Young Master of the Wang family. Besides, we were the ones who asked for the medicine. How could we blame the person who kindly delivered it? That makes no sense at all.
Faced with the intimidating Wang Shouzhen, Shen Jiayue remained very level-headed.
Yao Qian took Shen Qiushi's pulse and checked his breathing and heart rate, but could only shake his head. "It's too late. Grandfather Shen is about to breathe his last…"
