Ah Dao was both angry and annoyed, but when he saw the young master still furrowing his brow in his slumber, his face etched with pain, Ah Dao couldn't summon his anger anymore.
Ah Dao silently went outside, where Xiao Chan was leading everyone to bury the deceased.
Doctor Wang's wife and son had already died on the road during their flight, now leaving only a daughter-in-law and a grandson who was not yet fully grown.
The mother and child, bereft of Doctor Wang's protection, wept with heartrending sorrow, alongside others who had also lost their loved ones that very day.
At least Doctor Wang would be remembered by people, but their relatives had left behind nothing but grave buns.
So, they wept even more desolately.
Everyone was deeply moved by their wailing and weeping.
Old Uncle Qiu's family was fortunate enough to have dodged a calamity in this turmoil.
