Allan has been soaked in his own sweat while the doctor has been constantly wiping it and figuring out why the Young Master has been wriggling in pain and is mumbling words of desperation.
"There's no physical damage in his body… an exhaustion might be possible but him talking in his sleep might be cause of some mental trauma… something must have triggered this."
The Doctor knit his brows, it wasn't his expertise if it is about physiological prospects.
A knock came in from the door and he stepped outside. He knew that the rest of the Young Master's servants had been waiting for the results of the exam.
"How is it? How's the Young Master?"
The butler asked, inquiring about the cause of the sudden fainting.
"He doesn't have any internal injury or physical injury in that matter…"
"Then what is it?"
