Chapter 442: Heart failure

The old lady of Yining Hou's fingers were as thin as dead branches, and her nails looked a little thick, with unhealthy grayish white.
It was not this that caught Jiang Si's attention, but the three faint red lines on the old lady's nail.
The three red lines fell in Jiang Si's eyes, which was particularly shocking.
She stared there thoughtfully for a moment.
Perceiving Jiang's loss of consciousness, Jiang Yi looked down subconsciously, and was also stunned when he saw the three red lines on the old lady's nails.
The old lady moved her hands and asked Jiang Yi: "Yi'er, are you okay at Bofu?"
Jiang Yi hurriedly retracted his gaze and smiled at the old lady: "Don't worry, I am having a good time at home, Yanyan is also very comfortable..."
"Why is my grandmother uncomfortable?" Jiang Si asked.
The old lady took a break, and smiled at Jiang like a smile: "I'm too old, and I'm not strong all over, don't worry about me..."
Uncle Su said: "Let the old lady rest."
Seeing that the old lady was really tired and weak, Jiang Yi pulled Jiang up to her feet; "Grandma, then you rest well, we will come back to see you."
The three siblings followed Uncle Su and the others to the Flower Hall, feeling very heavy.
The state of the old lady of Yining Hou made people think of the term Feng Zhunian.
The fire of life seemed to be extinguished by a faint wind.
"Uncle, what kind of disease does my grandmother suffer?" Jiang Zhan was a short-term child and asked as soon as he entered the flower hall.
"The doctor who came here said that the old lady is suffering from heart failure." Uncle Su's face was solemn. "The heart suddenly began to fail. The decoction can only nourish a little, but it can't prevent the physical condition from getting worse..."
"Uncle mean, grandmother's condition is very bad?" Jiang Zhan asked.
Uncle Su glanced at the door and slowly nodded: "The doctor said that people with this disease may suddenly stop their heartbeats. Now I can only pray for God's blessing..."
Jiang Yi suddenly reddened her eyes and wiped her tears with her kerchief.
Jiang Zhan winked at Jiang Si, and wanted her to persuade Jiang Yi, but saw Jiang Si absent-mindedly.
He had to persuade: "Sister, don't cry, my grandmother will definitely be lucky—"
Jiang Yi held back what he wanted to persuade with his endless words.
"Mother does the same."
"Sister, what are you talking about?" Jiang Si suddenly returned to his senses and stared at Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi didn't look like Jiang, but looked at Uncle Su: "Uncle, do you remember that when his mother died of heartburn..."
Uncle Su nodded gently.
Jiang Si grabbed Jiang Yi's hand: "Sister, do you remember the situation when your mother died?"
"At that time, I already remembered things, somehow."
For a young child, the two most important people in life are the parents.
Although Jiang Yi was young when Su Clan died, he left an indelible impression.
"Could it be that heartburn will pass from mother to daughter" Jiang Yi muttered.
Uncle Su scowled: "Yi'er, don't think about it. You scared your brother and sister."
Jiang Zhan cried: "Uncle, I still have to figure it out. Why are they passed down from mother to daughter? The eldest sister and the fourth sister are fragile, not like I can hold it..."
A look of deep hatred for not being passed down from mother to child, so Uncle Su and Uncle Su twitched their mouths together.
Sure enough, this nephew did not have the least bit of a city, hoping to pass from mother to child doesn't mean cursing them to suffer from exhaustion.
Apart from defamation, he was moved by Jiang Zhan's love for his sisters.
Jiang Yi raised his hand and hit Jiang Zhan, and said, "Second brother, don't talk nonsense."
If the grandmother's illness is really hereditary, she would rather bear it herself than her younger brother.
"I'm a little uncomfortable, I want to rest." Jiang Si said suddenly, holding his forehead.
In the past, Jiang Siruo was uncomfortable, at most she would say it privately, it is impossible to say it in front of the elders like Uncle Su.
As a junior, she seemed disrespectful to say so, and as Princess Yan said that, no one said it.
The increase in status brings convenience to it is self-evident.
The eldest wife Youshi immediately arranged for the maidservant to take Jiang Si to the guest room to rest.
Jiang Yi followed him uneasy.
"Sister Si, how do you feel?" Seeing Jiang Si's face pale, Jiang Yi asked hurriedly.
Simei is bolder than her, so she shouldn't be surprised by what she said just now.
Jiang Si didn't immediately respond to Jiang Yi's words, but confessed to Aman: "You go to the door and guard, and someone will come over and speak in time."
Jiang Yi looked at Aman and then at Jiang Si, and felt something was wrong.
"Four sister, what's the matter?"
Jiang seemed to bit his lips, clenched his hands, and his knuckles were faintly white.
"Sister, the mother's symptoms were really the same as those of her grandmother?"
The fourth sister originally wanted to know about her mother.
Jiang Yi nodded slightly: "Well, at that time, my mother was getting weaker and weaker every day. I was terribly scared. I watched my mother all day. Once I heard the doctor told my father that my mother was suffering from exhaustion. Time can't save my mother's life..."
Speaking of this, Jiang Yi's appearance of Su Clan before his death appeared before his eyes.
The beautiful woman, like a withered flower, looked at her quietly with a smile, but her eyes were filled with unresolved sadness, full of reluctance and concern for young children.
That was the most heartbreaking look she had ever seen, and it appeared repeatedly in her dreams for many years after that, making her cry and wake up to find her mother.
Her mother left when she was young, leaving her behind, leaving behind her younger siblings, and behind her father.
"Mother looks the same as her grandmother."
Jiang Si stretched out his hand in front of Jiang Yi and asked each word: "So what about the nail on the left middle finger? Are the three blood lines the same?"
She asked, her tone trembling with depression.
Jiang Yi hesitated to look at Jiang Si: "Sister Si, why do you ask like this—"
"Sister, think about it carefully, does the third finger of the mother's left hand before her death have three blood lines like her grandmother?"
Jiang Yi became nervous for no reason, and under the urging of his sister, all his thoughts turned into one word: "Yes!"
Jiang Si supported the bed with his hands, his face was terribly ugly.
"Sister Si, what's the matter?" Jiang Yi held Jiang's hand as if holding a piece of ice.
Jiang Si has no expression on her face, but her eyes are like cold pools, bottomless.
"Mother didn't die of illness!" After a long time, she said word by word.
The blood color on Jiang Yi's face suddenly faded, staring at Jiang Si, and tremblingly asked, "Then, how did the mother pass away?"
Jiang Si closed his eyes and opened them again, staring motionlessly at his fingers.
The young woman's fingers are white and tender as spring onions, and the manicured and round nails are healthy pale pink.
"It's poison," she said softly.
Really speaking, it is not poison, but Gu.
There is a kind of Gu that can attach to the wall of a person's heart and live by sucking heart blood. Over time, people will become weak and show symptoms of heart failure.
The most obvious feature of this kind of Gu is that there will be three light red lines on the nail of the third finger of the left hand.