When he stepped into the house, Wang Yao saw the patient.
An elderly man in his 70's with greying hair and beard was lying on the bed. His face had a yellowish hue, and his breath was as light and shallow as gossamer. Beside the bed, an old man with white hair and beard sat. He was dressed in a traditional Chinese garment, and he was very skinny, but his eyes were lively. He was taking the pulse of the old man on the bed.
Sigh. The old man let out a deep sigh after taking the pulse.
"How is it, Mr. Sang?" Zhou Ying who had rarely spoken on the way to the house spoke up hastily after seeing his reaction.
The old man named Sang pondered for some time before responding, "I am unable to do anything more. Be prepared for the worst."
He got up and realized that the house had one more person, a young man who exuded an unexplainable aura that caused most people to unconsciously take more than a look at him.
"This lad is?"
