Chapter 179 Awakening

"Grandpa Leeson?!"

"Grandpa Leeson! What's wrong with you?!!!"

Sebastian looked at the old man who suddenly passed out. There was still a painful and ferocious expression on his face, and he had already closed his eyes.

He suddenly fell into panic, wondering whether Grandpa Lisen was too old and drank too much, and his body couldn't bear it... It's all my fault! I should have stopped them from drinking just now! ! !

The boy had lived under the care and care of Faris and the townspeople since he was a child, and had never experienced any real setbacks or tests. At this time, when encountering such a sudden emergency, he could only shout in panic. The old man's name tried to wake the other person up with his voice.

Fortunately, Mr. John's calm and calm voice came, which calmed the young man's heart, "Sebastian, don't worry first. I once worked as a nurse in the hospital for a period of time. You can take care of Lissen first." "Mr. lying across the sofa, let me check to see what's going on with Mr. Leeson."

Then he settled down as if he had found his backbone. After placing Grandpa Lison on the sofa, he obediently took a few steps back and waited.

He watched Mr. John turn Grandpa Lison over on his side and unbutton his shirt, allowing Grandpa Lison to breathe smoothly and worry-free. Then a series of examination activities such as observing the pupils, detecting breathing with fingers, listening to the heartbeat, etc. will be carried out.

Watson retracted his palm and ended this series of pretentious inspections - of course he knew very well that the real cause of the old man's series of abnormalities was that he fell into a coma due to excessive heart palpitations under the triple effects of alcohol toxins and the influence of the heart.

However, this old man actually wanted to warn the simple and ignorant young man before he fell into coma. He could only add a little more moth scales to the other person's mind to help the other person lose consciousness completely.

But of course he couldn't tell the real reason. He just said in a near-miss tone: "Fortunately, the problem is not serious. Mr. Leeson just fell asleep due to excessive excitement under the influence of alcohol. I will help him a little." Just massage it and let him vomit out the alcohol in his stomach."

"Sebastian, you go make a pot of hot tea now. When Mr. Leeson wakes up later, he will feel more comfortable after drinking a cup of hot tea."

"Okay, no problem, Mr. John!" The young man ran to the kitchen without stopping.

Watson came to the back of the sofa, put his palms on the old man's back and pushed it back and forth. It seemed to be performing the massage action he said, but in fact the moth in his soul vibrated in unison with his heart, wrapped in a trace of vitality like a clear spring. The moth's scales are instilled into the opponent's body through the palm of his hand.

Old Leeson's body was shaking uncontrollably, and his stomach was tumbling on its own. All the remaining unclean toxins were spat out and splashed on the ground. Watson also immediately opened his mouth and silently vomited out a pool of turbid wine. Mixed with vomit on the ground.

The young man had already found the iron pot and filled it with water. When he came out, he saw another puddle of disgusting vomit on the ground. He thought to himself that Mr. John's massage skills were really amazing, and he actually helped Grandpa Lison to remove the remaining vomit so quickly. The drink induced vomiting.

He placed the iron kettle next to the fire in the fireplace and asked with concern: "Mr. John, will Grandpa Nasen be fine after vomiting? Isn't he going to have any sequelae?"

"The sequelae are too exaggerated. It's just that you're drunk. You may be a little unclear when you wake up, but you'll be fine if you get some sleep later."

Watson was still trying his best to pretend to be giving a serious massage. Infused with the vitality of his heart, the comatose old Leeson finally slowly opened his eyes.

After the old man who failed to die together and almost killed himself woke up, his eyes were still blurry, as if his consciousness was not fully awake. He looked around in confusion, opening his mouth to speak but he couldn't say anything.

Sebastian cleverly picked up the warm tea, brought it to Grandpa Lison's lips, and reminded: "Grandpa Lison, drink some hot tea, be careful not to burn it."

As soon as Old Lisen saw the steaming tea, he immediately stretched his head eagerly, like a thirsty man who had just walked out of the hot desert, eager to absorb any trace of water, and waited until the warm tea in the cup was drained. Then he let out a long and comfortable sigh, then continued to close his eyes, twisted his body to adjust to a comfortable sleeping position, and gradually fell asleep with a gentle breathing rhythm.

Watson brought a blanket, covered the other person's body, and said to the boy: "Don't worry, Mr. Leeson is still drunk and has not sobered up. Let's let him sleep peacefully."

Seeing Grandpa Leeson's increasingly rosy complexion and his face that seemed to be smiling, Sebastian knew that what Mr. John said was true. He said, "Okay, then I'll clean the hall first and bother Mr. John." Please take care of Grandpa Lisen for now."

After the boy had cleaned up all the vomit on the ground and replaced the firewood in the fireplace, he deliberately added more dry firewood to ensure that the fire had enough fuel to burn for a long time and would not make Grandpa Leeson suffer the slightest cold. He also specially burned it. A pot of hot water is placed on top of the fireplace so that the residual heat from the flames can continue to keep the water warm and prevent it from cooling and condensation.

Sebastian looked at Grandpa Lison, who was completely asleep. He seemed to be immersed in a beautiful dream, with a happy smile on his face... The young man thought that maybe Grandpa Lison had seen him in his dream. His wife and children.

At this time, he was completely relieved and felt that there would be no problem if they left... Or he could ask Aunt Susan to come and take care of Grandpa Leeson when they passed by her yard later.

Before leaving, the boy still felt guilty for not being able to dissuade the old man from drinking, which prompted him to do more for the old man to make up for his inner sin, so he turned his head and said to Mr. John who was waiting:

"Mr. John, please wait a little longer. I see that there is no dry firewood in Grandpa Leeson's yard. I will go and chop some firewood for him so that he doesn't have to worry about firewood this winter - it's not convenient for him to do these heavy work at his age."

Mr. John just smiled gently, "No problem, Sebastian, you go, I'm responsible for taking care of Mr. Leeson here."

But the boy didn't notice that when he left and chopped firewood in the yard, the kind, friendly and caring Mr. John showed a weird smile, bent down to Grandpa Leeson's ear, and whispered weird words.

"Click, click, click... remember to wake up in four days."