Upon hearing Nianyang's words, Luo Song felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, frozen on the bed. A chill crept over every cell in his body, turning his recently rosy complexion instantly pale.
Nianyang pressed her lips together, "Uncle Luo, actually, when I checked your pulse yesterday, I already discovered you were poisoned. I just didn't say anything at the time because I was afraid you wouldn't believe me. Also, I didn't want to alert the enemy..."
"You don't need to explain, my dear girl. I trust your medical skills. If you say I'm poisoned, then it must be true." Luo Song secretly clenched his fists, his eyes dark and uncertain,
"But I find it hard to accept that it would be Tianhong and Xiaojing who poisoned me. One is my future son-in-law, and the other is a niece I've raised for years. Why would they have any reason to poison me? Perhaps I ingested something by accident!"
