Joyce was angry at the sabotage of Athach tonight, so he didn’t want to talk to her at all.
Grandpa Greef explained to Athach:”This was for Conlin’s blood test. Every time Conlin has an attack, there was a numerical value. We use this numerical value to judge his physical condition and medication …”
This tester had been researched and improved for more than a decade, and it had now reached its accuracy.
It was developed for Conlin.
He also told Athach about the numerical value.
If the value was in the range of 1-5, it would be mild. He doesn’t need to take medicine, just observe him.
The value between 5 and 7 is moderate, and 7 to 9 is severe.
Athach looked at the blood test and asked:”What if it exceeds 9?”
Grandpa Greef’s face sank, and he couldn’t help showing sadness on his face: “That means critically ill or pathological changes. Maybe … ”
Snapping.
The old man’s words were interrupted by the sound of something falling.
They looked at the Joyce.
Joyce’s face changed greatly, and the whole person was shaking. He looked up in horror: “The value was 9. 5, Conlin …”
When the old man heard this value, his body shook and his whole body went limp.
Athach immediately caught him : “Grandpa.”
Grandpa Greef looked at Conlin with his eyes wide open, then shook his fingers and opened his mouth, but speechless.
Joyce didn’t look good either, so he shouted:”Grandpa Greef.”
If the old man’s stimulated situation was not handled well, he was prone to stroke, or acute myocardial infarction, and then died.
Athach hurriedly put him on the ground, and raised his hands.
Joyce roared: “Get out of here, you scoundrel …”
Athach didn’t even raise her head, but she hit Joyce back with a fist.
After the fight, Athach continued her actions. The thin fingers pressed the old man in many places.
Soon, Grandpa Greef’s breath came out, and his breathing was smooth.
Grandpa Greef’s body was no longer shaking and he could speak. He trembled: “Joyce, help Conlin.”
Athach helped Grandpa Greef up and sat him down: “Grandpa, don’t worry, Conlin will be fine.”
Joyce looked at the old man to relax and looked at Athach with some shock. Could she even do this?
What did she mean Conlin will be fine?
The value was 9. 5. How can it be okay? It’s either pathological or critically ill.
If it was a lesion, Conlin will completely become a madman and live for two or three months at most.
If he was critically ill, he will not survive tonight and will die tomorrow.
For the old man, these two results were a huge blow.
But the old man couldn’t be hit any more.
Joyce glared at Athach again, and then comforted grandpa Greef: “Grandpa Greef, don’t worry too much. Conlin will be fine. I have already made preparations and found a cure.”
The despair in Grandpa Greef’s eyes suddenly shone with hope: “Quickly”
Joyce was embarrassed: “But I haven’t got the medicine yet.”
Grandpa Greef: “Where was the medicine, hurry up and get it. No matter how much it costs, you have to get it, as long as Conlin was good.”
Joyce sighed gravely: “That specific medicine belongs to the Simmons Group. The output of this specific medicine is very small, and it hasn’t been listed yet. At present, there were only ten in the world. It’s not a matter of power and money to get this specific medicine.”