Chapter 179 Wake up
"Grandpa Leeson?!"
"Grandpa Leeson! What's wrong with you?!!!"
Sebastian looked at the old man who had suddenly fainted. The other's face still had a painful and hideous expression, and he had already closed his eyes.
He suddenly fell into panic, thinking that Grandpa Leeson 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 in the care and care of Faris and the townspeople since he was a child, and had never experienced any real setbacks and tests. At this time, when he encountered such an emergency, he could only panic and shout the old man's name, trying to wake him up with his voice.
Fortunately, Mr. John's calm voice calmed the boy down. "Don't worry, Sebastian. I've worked as a nurse in the hospital for a while. Put Mr. Leeson on the sofa first. I'll check what's going on with him." Then he seemed to have found his backbone and calmed down. After putting Grandpa Leeson on the sofa, he stepped back a few steps and waited. He watched Mr. John turn Grandpa Leeson over and lay him on his side, unbuttoning his clothes so that Grandpa Leeson could breathe smoothly. Then he observed the pupils, probed his breathing, listened to his heartbeat, and performed a series of inspections. Watson retracted his hand and ended this series of pretentious inspections. Of course, he knew the real reason for the old man's abnormalities. It was nothing more than the triple effects of alcohol toxins and the influence of the heart, causing him to fall into a coma due to excessive palpitations. However, the old man wanted to warn the innocent boy before he fell into a coma. He could only add a little more moth scales into his brain to help him lose consciousness completely.
But of course he couldn't tell the real reason. He just said in a tone of fear: "Fortunately, the problem is not very serious. Mr. Leeson just fell asleep due to excessive excitement under the influence of alcohol. I will massage him a little and let him vomit out the alcohol in his stomach."
"Sebastian, go and boil 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 boy ran to the kitchen without stopping.
Watson came behind the sofa, put his palm on the old man's back and massaged back and forth, as if he was doing the massage he said, but in fact the moth and heart in the soul vibrated together, and a trace of vitality like a clear spring wrapped in the moth scales was infused into the other person's body through the palm.
Old Leeson's body was shaking uncontrollably, his stomach was rolling, and the remaining unclean toxins were all vomited out and splashed on the ground. Watson also opened his mouth and vomited a pool of turbid wine silently, which mixed with the vomit on the ground.
The boy had found the iron kettle and filled it with clean water. When he came out, he saw another pool of disgusting vomit on the ground. He thought that Mr. John's massage skills were really amazing. He helped Grandpa Leeson vomit out the remaining wine so quickly.
He placed the iron kettle next to the fireplace and asked with concern: "Mr. John, is Grandpa Leeson okay after vomiting? Will he have any sequelae?"
"The sequelae are too exaggerated. He is just drunk. He may be a little conscious when he wakes up, but he will be fine after a sleep."
Watson was still doing his best to act like a serious massage. Under the infusion of the vitality of the heart, the unconscious old Leeson finally slowly opened his eyes.
After waking up, the old man who almost killed himself in an attempt to die together with his partner failed, still had blurry eyes, as if he was not fully conscious yet. He looked around in confusion, opened his mouth to speak but could not speak.
Sebastian cleverly held up the warm tea and handed it to Grandpa Leeson's lips, and reminded him: "Grandpa Leeson, drink some hot tea, be careful of the heat."
When Old Leeson saw the steaming tea, he immediately stretched his head over eagerly, like a thirsty person who had just walked out of the hot desert, impatiently absorbing any trace of water. When the warm tea in the cup was finished, he let out a comfortable long sigh, and 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 and covered him with it, and said to the boy, "Don't worry, Mr. Leeson is just still drunk and hasn't sobered up yet, let's let him sleep peacefully."
Sebastian saw Grandpa Leeson's gradually rosy complexion and a smile on his face, and knew that what Mr. John said was true. He said, "Okay, then I'll clean the hall first, and please take care of Grandpa Leeson for a while, Mr. John."
When the boy cleaned up all the vomit on the ground and replaced the firewood in the fireplace, he deliberately added some dry firewood to make the flame fuel sufficient to burn for a long time, so that Grandpa Leeson would not suffer from the slightest cold, and he also specially boiled a pot of hot water and placed it on the top of the fireplace, so that the residual heat of the flame would continue to keep the water temperature from cooling and condensing.
Sebastian looked at Grandpa Leeson who was already fully asleep. The other party seemed to be immersed in a beautiful dream, with a happy smile on his lips... The boy thought that maybe Grandpa Leeson saw his wife and children in his dream.
At this time, he was completely relieved and felt that there would be no problem if they just left... or when he passed by Aunt Susan's yard later, he could ask her to come and take care of Grandpa Leeson.
When the young man was about to leave, he still felt that he still had a sense of guilt for not dissuading the old man from drinking. This prompted him to do more for the old man to make up for his inner sin, so he turned to face the waiting man. Mr. John said:
"Mr. John, please wait a moment. I see that there is no dry firewood in Grandpa Leeson's yard. I will chop some more firewood for him so that he does not need to worry about firewood this winter - "It's not easy for him to do such heavy work at his age."
Mr. John just smiled gently and said, "No problem, Sebastian, you can go ahead. I will be responsible for taking care of Mr. Leeson here."
But the young man didn't notice that when he left to the courtyard to chop wood, the kind, friendly and caring Mr. John had a weird smile on his face, bent down and leaned into Grandpa Leeson's ear, Whispering weird language.
"Crack, click, click, click... remember to wake up in four days."