Shengtian, the Jiang's place.
Yang Qing lay in the bedroom, all four limbs tightly constrained by ropes. She had not regained consciousness, but in case she should wake up and hurt someone else, they had to resolve to such measure.
Father, Mother, and Uncle Jiang stood in a row by the bed, their faces ridden with worry.
They had no intention to send Yang Qing to a hospital, for the abnormality was clearly beyond science. Moreover, with the status of the Jiang Family, they had pretty much learned all there was to learn about the current situation.
"When did this happen?" asked Father Jiang.
"She already sounded strange when I called her, but she said herself that she had been eating for a day and a night, so I think it began yesterday morning…"
The look on Uncle Jiang's face was painful as he watched his wife. After decades of their marriage and with his well-established career, he had had his wanton life every now and then out there, but he still cared about his own wife.
