Lady Ye sharply turned and glared at Song Pianlan upon hearing this. "Miss Song, is this what you meant when you said my grandson is critically ill, and his life is hanging by a thread?"
Song Pianlan said, "Old Madam, it's best you go upstairs and see Mr. Mo's condition for yourself. After seeing it, you will know that my words are not false."
With the prescription from Si Mingjing, Song Pianlan had immense confidence. She was now convinced that Mo Yinhe was critically ill, which was why she acted so boldly and decisively.
"Hmph!" Lady Ye did not believe it.
She went upstairs with a stern face.
Old Master Ye did not go upstairs, remaining in the living room to entertain Minister Xu.
Ye Shen supported Lady Ye as they went upstairs.
In the bedroom, Mo Yinhe had taken his medicine. Just like the previous two nights, a high fever set in, accompanied by continuous night sweats, and his body quivered from the cold.
