Chapter 1567: Did you come to pick up money?

"Dad is okay, don't worry, dad is okay, cough..."
As he waved his hand, Master Tang took out a handkerchief from his pocket, then covered his mouth, coughing again.
This cough sounded terrifying, creaky, as if to cough up all the contents from the lungs.
How could Tang Nuan painting not worry?
Her heart was about to hang to her throat, and she didn't know what to do, so she had to pat her father's back gently and comfortably, "Dad, is this better? Is this better?"
The servants and butlers on the side leaned forward immediately, handing medicine and water, and showed concern for Mr. Tang.
However, Master Tang was still coughing constantly, "Cough...cough..." As if he was about to cough up his entire lungs.
Just watching this scene, Tang Nuan was so anxious that tears came out. She gritted her teeth tightly and looked at her father with tears in her eyes, but she was powerless to do anything, she could only dryly worry.
Fortunately, after a minute or so, this cough was finally over.
After Master Tang finished coughing, he clutched his chest and breathed, feeling almost out of breath, and his throat became very painful because of the cough just now.
Fortunately, at this moment, it finally eased a lot. Master Tang finally felt that his breathing was easier. He turned his head and smiled comfortingly at Tang Nuan painting, "Silly boy, Dad said nothing. Why are you so anxious."
What he didn't know was that when he said this, there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth!
"father!"
Tang Nuanhua saw the blood on the corners of his father's mouth and looked at the light gray handkerchief his father was holding, his eyes widened suddenly!
The father's handkerchief was full of coughed blood! ! !
At that moment, Tang Nuanhua and several servants around, including the housekeepers, were all shocked. No one thought that his master would cough up blood and become so seriously ill.
"What the is going on? Didn't it mean that I only suffered from the cold! How do you take care of my father!"
Tang Nuan's paintings were about to explode. Looking at the blood stains, she shouted at the servants around her.
This roar scared the servants, all of them dare not to speak, even Uncle Chen, who had been following Master Tang, did not dare to say a word.
At this time, Master Tang himself saw the blood stains on the handkerchief, and he was slightly surprised at first.
Looking back, Master Tang still chose to comfort Tang Nuan painting first. He said in a nonchalant tone, "Painting, don't make such a big fire, it is not good for the children in your stomach."
"Dad's illness is his own business. Why do you blame these servants? It's Dad himself who didn't take care of himself. Don't blame them."
Speaking of Elder Tang, he tried to pull back Tang Nuan painting, hoping to calm Tang Nuan painting. After all, if the emotions of pregnant women are ups and downs, it will be very harmful to the child.
But Tang Nuan painting is angry, just angry!
She angrily said, "Don't blame them? Who else can I blame! Originally, you are the only one living in this family. I let them stay just to be your companion and take care of your body. But these What about the servants? How do they do things!"
"Dad, do you know how worried I am about your body!!!"
As he said, Tang Nuan painting felt anxious for a while.
In fact, Tang Nuan painting didn't mean to blame anyone, she just felt heartache and uncomfortable.
At first, she thought that her father was only suffering from the wind chill, but now it seems that this is the problem of the wind chill. Is this clearly something wrong in the body?
These servants, one by one, took the money in this huge home, and they didn't do much every day. Tang Nuanhua expected them to take good care of his father. That was enough.
As a result, these people can't even take a good picture of a father. What are they doing here? Are you here to pick up money?
"Painting, painting!"
Finally, Master Tang couldn’t stand it anymore, so he quickly grabbed the corner of Tang Nuan’s painting to comfort Tang Nuan’s painting,
Just listen to what your father said, but don’t get angry anymore. It really has a great impact on your body. , Do you want to make your father become ill, so you still worry about you?"
As soon as he said this, Tang Nuan's attitude suddenly softened.
Yes, how can she bear the heart to make her father feel bad, but at the same time take care of her emotions as a pregnant woman?
So Tang Nuanhua never got angry with the servants anymore, and just asked his father concerned, "Dad, what's the matter with you? Didn't you say that you were infected with a wind chill? If it is a wind chill, how could it be like this? You see You are coughing and bleeding..."
"Miss."
At this time, the butler Chen Uncle finally spoke.
He sighed helplessly, and then explained, "In fact, when the master was first infected, he was indeed only infected with wind and cold, but I don’t know why. The disease has never been cured, and the master’s physical resistance was originally Weak, this condition has deteriorated to a certain extent."
"Then, did you see the doctor? What did the doctor say?" Tang Nuanhua asked nervously.
Uncle Chen nodded, "My master's body is like this, how could I not take my master to see the doctor? Just this morning, I went to see the doctor with my master, but the doctor said that the situation is very common, and said Many people are now infected with this symptom, saying that they are temporarily unable to do anything."
"Oh, Miss, it's really not that we don't want to take good care of the master. It's just that we drank the medicines that should be taken, and we did all the checks that should be done, but the master's disease stubbornly refused to get better. We, we are the servants. There is no way to do it."
Uncle Chen's words can be said to express the aspirations of the servants.
They have tried their best to take good care of Mr. Tang, but now, Mr. Tang has been infected with the latest weird virus on the market, and has been unable to recover, so that it gradually deteriorated and they have no choice. .
"father……"
After listening to Uncle Chen's narration, Tang Nuanhua suddenly felt angina in his heart.
Looking up at his father's weak face, but still trying to comfort him, Tang Nuan's nose couldn't help but become sore, and his head hurt.
At the same time, a wave of resentment breeds from her heart!
All of this is blamed on Song Yijun!
If Song Yijun was not deliberately acting as a demon, or she was behind her back, how could his father's illness not be healed?