"Elder Wan, you're here!"
Meng Chang'an looked dejected and haggard. He glanced at his father and said in a hoarse voice, "My father… Elder Wan, you should take a look at him yourself!"
Wan Shiyue and Qin Xi subconsciously looked at Elder Meng on the bed who was convulsing uncontrollably with his eyes closed and a tight frown on his forehead, apparently in pain.
Convulsion was actually an instinctive reaction of the body as well as a conditioned reflex. The others seemed to be used to seeing Elder Meng in such a state.
Qin Xi frowned. She looked at the old man who was covered in tubes and various instruments. He looked like he was terminally ill. Her gaze landed on the black fog on Elder Meng and knew that his coma was definitely not simple.
Wan Shiyue asked Qin Xi, who was frowning but looking calm, and asked, "How is he?"
Meng Chang'an was stunned. He subconsciously looked at Qin Xi and asked in confusion, "Elder Wan, this is…"