"It was Grandpa who told them not to follow."
A voice came through, and then Liu Bing'er walked in, holding a medicine box.
The middle-aged man looked at Liu Bing'er, sneering, "Today you were with your father, how could you be so careless? If something happened to him, can you take responsibility?"
Liu Bing'er's face was a bit cold, "I didn't want Grandpa to fall ill. If you want him to be well, Third Uncle, stop wasting time with nonsense."
With that, Liu Bing'er ignored the middle-aged man, opened the medicine box, took out a dark elixir, had someone bring water, and fed it to Liu Tingshan.
This medicine was quite miraculous, as Liu Tingshan's complexion fully recovered its rosiness, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, though he hadn't regained consciousness.
Liu Bing'er let out a long sigh of relief. If something happened to Grandpa, Third Uncle would definitely not let her go.
