Zachary walked to the bed and looked at the thin middle-aged man on it. He was lying on the bed, and his body was bent into a semi-circle arch. He curled up in the quilt and coughed and trembled from time to time. He was like a shrimp out of the water.
As the man coughed, the veins on his forehead suddenly burst out, showing blue fine lines. On his cheeks, which were burning red, there was a strange feeling.
Zachary frowned and then bent down to feel the patient's pulse. After a while, he stood up, but his expression was still a little serious.
"How is my husband? Can you treat him well?" On the other side of the bed, a middle-aged woman in an old-fashioned red jacket looked anxiously and angrily at Zachary and asked.
Zachary smiled at her and nodded, saying, "It's
