Inside the carriage, an elderly man about sixty years old lay on the berth, his face full of pain. Next to him sat a man in his thirties, looking worried.
Additionally, a middle-aged man stood nearby, and another man who appeared to be a doctor was checking the elder's pulse.
"How is it?"
When Jiang Xue entered, she saw the man in his thirties questioning the doctor checking the pulse. However, the doctor could not answer him, and Jiang Xue could see that the doctor was very nervous, his body trembling slightly as if in fear.
"Why are you shaking? What's wrong with the patient?" Seeing the doctor's lack of response, the man's anger flared, his voice somewhat loud.
The doctor became increasingly frightened, his body trembling more violently, prompting the middle-aged man to frown and say, "Ah Huan, don't yell at him."
"Uncle Lan, you see the old man's condition; how can I not be anxious?"
