Duncan cautiously observed the old man's expression in front of him, the bizarre feeling that had started a moment ago had not dissipated, and he could clearly see that Morris's current state was not quite right; however, regretfully, he was not a doctor.
"Do you need me to find a doctor for you?" he asked with concern, "How are you feeling now? Do you feel dizzy or nauseous? Or is it more like a mental haze?"
Morris rubbed his forehead.
In his ears, Duncan's voice seemed to be mixed with ten thousand overlapping roars of noise, and as the sound waves entered his ears, dazzling "colors" charged at him as well, these "informations" seemed to be crammed with knowledge incomprehensible to humans, testing his brain every second, but under the Madness Threshold, he managed to maintain his sanity and slowly shook his head: "I'm fine, I just need a little rest..."
