Elder Witt's expression shifted subtly.
Mrs. Cole also frowned, seemingly burdened with a painful memory, but she nodded regardless: "Five years ago, I was poisoned and barely escaped with my life."
"Since then, my health has been deteriorating day by day, my limbs have also developed a disorder.
"The diagnosis from other doctors was the same as yours, muscle and nerve atrophy, half-destructive necrosis of the skin, I guess it may be incurable."
"If it can't be cured, that's okay, I don't really care. So many years have passed, I've long since accepted it."
William Cole came to Mrs. Cole, slowly squatted down, grabbed one of Mrs. Cole's legs, and carefully examined it.
Seeing this, Elder Witt paled in surprise, chastising: "William Cole, remain respectful!"
Mrs. Cole was also somewhat surprised. William Cole's actions had crossed a line, but she soon lightly shook her head: "It's alright, let him look."