Daddy the Miracle Medic (Lachlan and Miranda) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Ignored Feelings

Henry quickly crouched down and shoved a few quick-acting heart pills into the old man's mouth.

However, the old man's condition did not improve at all. Instead, his expression became even more painful, and his face turned as pale as paper in the blink of an eye!

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Henry exclaimed in panic.

If something happened to the old man, how could he explain it when he went back? The entire Ward family couldn't bear such bad news, and Edoland, the city, would experience a major earthquake!

Rowan quickly took out his phone and dialed 911.

The surrounding pedestrians and diners pointed and discussed.

"What's going on?"

"It seems like someone is having a heart attack!"

"Could there be something wrong with this fried dough stand?"

At this moment, Henry was desperate to pinch the old man's acupoint. However, when he put his hand on him, his face suddenly changed.

The old man's breathing had already stopped!

The next second, he checked for a pulse but then sat down on the ground in complete shock.

The pulse had stopped! In other words, his grandpa... was dead?

"You bastard, what did you put in the fried dough? How did my grandpa suddenly die?"

"Speak!"

"If anything happens to my grandpa, I'll make your whole family accompany him to the grave!!"

In the next second, Henry rushed towards the vendor with red eyes and grabbed his collar while shouting.

"I didn't... put anything in it! I used good oil and flour, nothing was added!" The vendor cried out in defense with regret written all over his face. He should have sold Lachlan's share of fried dough instead of giving half to these folks who were already on their way out. It was his own greed that caused this unnecessary disaster.

"The fried dough stick is fine; it's just that your grandpa had a bad heart and shouldn't have eaten greasy food!" At that moment, a voice spoke up.

The vendor turned around and saw that it was the young man who spoke. He immediately showed gratitude and shame on his face.

Just a moment ago, the vendor was mocking and taunting Lachlan. But now, surprisingly, he stood up for him and spoke in his defense.

"Thank you! Thank you! There's really nothing wrong with my ried dough stick!" The vendor cried out as he wept.

"You dare to talk back to me!" Henry glared at Lachlan with anger in his eyes.

Lachlan didn't bother responding to him. He walked straight towards the old man lying on the ground and grabbed his wrist.

"What do you think you're doing? Let go of my grandpa!"

"Rowan!"

Upon seeing this, Henry exclaimed in shock and simultaneously directed a command towards the robust middle-aged man.

Rowan let out a cold snort and delivered a kick towards Lachlan.

This kick carried the sound of breaking wind, clearly showing his practiced skill.

Thud!

In the next instant, Lachlan's fist arrived slightly ahead, colliding with the incoming foot.

He was crouched there, his posture already off-balance, and he ended up somewhat embarrassedly plopping down on the ground.

Rowan, on the other hand, retreated three steps in quick succession, the tip of his right foot touching the ground, his entire leg trembling slightly.