A folk prescription passed down for 18 generations

Su Yun was also frightened.

After three strokes, how could the person be knocked out ... Could it be a cerebral infarction or cerebral hemorrhage? Or was there something wrong with his heart?

Zheng Ren was already prepared. At this moment, aunt Chen's system panel was bright red. Other than some illnesses that old people had, there was a new diagnosis: jimsonweed poisoning.

Without time to think, Zheng Ren stood up and walked to aunt Chen's side. He laid her flat with her head tilted to one side to prevent her from accidentally inhaling too much oral secretions, which would lead to her sudden death.

"Aunt Chen!" Zheng Ren shouted.

Aunt Chen could still talk, but her hands and feet were not working well.

"I ... What's ... Wrong ..."

Her voice was hoarse, and her hands and feet began to move restlessly.

"Yanran, call 120!" Zheng Ren roared as he began to check his body.