The young man took a careful look, then checked his eyes with his hand, feeling very curious. There was no sign of illness in the body, so why the convulsions and foaming at the mouth?
Could it be epilepsy?
Thinking along the same lines as Wu Feng, the young man felt that didn't seem quite right either. He sat back down on the sofa, shaking his head in bewilderment, "Can't figure it out. I'll wait for my master to return and have him take a look."
"Sigh," Wu Feng sighed upon hearing this. What a run of bad luck: his son was beaten, his grandson injured, and now this sudden incident. Could it be that his Wu Family had hit a streak of misfortune? Should he check the almanac?
With his mind in chaos, Wu Feng couldn't figure out what was going on. He looked at his grandson with worry, fearful that something else might happen.
When noon arrived, the Wu Family's Retainer still hadn't returned, which made Wu Feng anxious.