Ling Feng stepped forward to examine the situation and saw that the old man was only opening one eye, and that his gaze was cloudy, as if he wasn't fully conscious.
Seeing this, he took the old man's hand and felt his pulse.
Afterward, he nodded and said to Mo Jiaolan, "The old master's illness is indeed due to a blood clot in the brain, which is pressing on the nerves, causing paralysis of the body."
"Then do you have a way to cure him?" Mo Jiaolan quickly asked.
She had now come to see Ling Feng as her last hope, placing all her expectations on him.
Ling Feng smiled and nodded, "I might try, perhaps I can get the old master to recover quickly."
"That's great, I knew you could do it!" Mo Jiaolan immediately showed a smile.
Ling Feng was simply charmed by this smile, he stared blankly for a moment before nodding and said, "I have a 'Medicinal Pill' here that activates the blood and disperses clots. Let's give it to the old gentleman and see its effect."
