"I am not feeling well," the old man said. "Quickly take me into the room."
"Hey, hey!" Wang Zecheng hurried to help his father. "Have a seat. Do you want some tea?"
"No, thanks, I have something to tell you," Wang Yao said.
"What happened?" Wang Zecheng followed Wang Yao to the yard.
"Have you ever felt uncomfortable?" Wang Yao asked.
"Uncomfortable? No." Wang Zecheng was shocked.
"Oh, that's good." Wang Yao smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He then turned and left.
"No, what do you mean?" Wang Zecheng was confused. He caught up to him and smiled. "Xiao Yao, you can't say half of it. You have to say it clearly."
"You don't look good," Wang Yao said. "I guess you might have some problems soon."
"Ah! Why?" Wang Zecheng was frightened.
"I don't know." Wang Yao said.
"Can you check me?" Wang Zecheng asked.
"Let's talk about it when you have a problem," Wang Yao said as he left.
