"Please calm down and rest for five minutes, I'll take you to the hospital."
Yu Chiyin helped the old master sit down again, placing his large hand on the old man's back to help him catch his breath as he spoke.
"It's okay, no need for the hospital. Wait for the butler; just take me back to the old house," the old master panted.
Hearing this, Yu Chiyin frowned slightly, "Given your condition, it's better to check into a hospital and not avoid the necessary medical attention."
He was insistent, and after the old master caught his breath for a while, he didn't say anything more, took a couple more sips of water with Yu Chiyin's help, and his complexion gradually improved.
"Father, please sit for a while; I'll make a phone call."
Yu Chiyin wanted to call Lu Fengxuan to notify her in advance that they were coming down.
However, when he dialed the phone, the ringing went unanswered for a long time.
