Zhulan's words fell, and Mrs. Zhao's tears flowed even more violently. If not for the many people in the room, Mrs. Zhao would have already carefully examined her son.
Ming Rui was already thin and looked particularly skinny. His clothes hung loosely, his face was pale, and the darkness around his eyes was especially noticeable.
Zhulan gestured for Ming Rui to sit and reached out to hold her grandson's arm. Upon feeling it, there was not much flesh left. "Why have you lost so much weight?"
Fortunately, her grandson's eyes were exceptionally bright, and he still had some spirit.
Ming Rui felt guilty, knowing he couldn't hide it. "Grandson fell ill while outside, and though better, hasn't fully recovered yet."
Zhulan felt even more distressed, "You had a hard journey. Recovery is never as comfortable as being at home. Second daughter-in-law, stop crying and quickly call a doctor to see Ming Rui."
