By the bedside.
Tang Feng sat on a stool, with a serious expression he took Old Master Han's pulse.
Soon, a flash of bizarre light flickered and disappeared deep within Tang Feng's eyes.
Tang Feng was slightly bowing his head, so no one saw this glimmer.
A moment later.
Tang Feng lifted his head and slowly said, "Old Master, judging from your pulse, your body is a bit weak, but it's related to your recent fall. Once I've examined your waist and leg injuries, I will set up a recovery plan for you."
Old Master Han smiled and nodded his head.
Tang Feng delicately said, "Old Master, the upcoming examination and treatment might be somewhat inconvenient with ladies present."
The smile on Old Master Han's face stiffened, and he looked at Tang Feng with profound eyes before saying with a laugh, "Little Qing, Little Meng, you both should step outside for now."
