Ye Daming's sudden reaction scared Ye Fei out of his wits.
He hurriedly asked, but Ye Daming still had a pained expression on his face.
Zhang Shufen, who was outside, heard Ye Fei's loud shout and rushed in anxiously.
"Xiao Fei, how's Da Ming doing?"
Ye Fei, holding Ye Daming, anxiously said, "I don't know what happened. Just after I fed him the medicine, he became like this."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shufen immediately said, "Xiao Fei, don't panic. Aren't you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine? Hurry and take your brother's pulse."
Ye Fei was truly frantic, needing even Zhang Shufen to remind him of this.
"Right, right, right, I'll take his pulse now."
Ye Fei spoke as he reached for Ye Daming's wrist.
But just then, Ye Daming coughed twice and spoke.
"Xiao Fei, I'm fine."
Upon hearing these words, both Ye Fei and Zhang Shufen sighed with relief.
Ye Fei immediately asked anxiously, "Brother, what happened to you just now? You almost scared me to death."
