The old man was already very old, his hair completely white and sparsely scattered with only a few strands left.
Besides the deep wrinkles crisscrossing his face, there were patches of age spots.
His mouth had deeply sunken in, and there were probably not many teeth left.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yun Jiao.
The Family Head hurriedly squeezed forward, "Father, this is the divine doctor invited by the Magistrate to treat your illness."
The old man blinked his eyes, seemingly understanding.
A servant placed a chair by the bedside, and Yun Jiao first asked everyone about the usual symptoms the old man experienced.
Everyone spoke at once, and Yun Jiao summarized: The old man was weak, couldn't get out of bed, and couldn't eat much besides taking medicine each day.
Other than that, there were no other symptoms.
Yun Jiao then carefully examined the old man's complexion before sitting down to take his pulse.
