Fang Qiu went forward to feel his pulse.
As he did it, Fang Qiu's expression gradually changed, and he frowned slightly.
After feeling the pulse, he found that this middle-aged man's physical function was already very weak, and he was exhausted to this extent. He must have suffered great pain during the period when he was ill. Otherwise, it was impossible that he wore himself out to this extent.
"Poor parents in the world." Fang Qiu sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that Fang Qiu finished feeling the pulse and frowned again, the boy suddenly became nervous. He looked at Fang Qiu with hope and asked in a panic and fearful tone, "Fang... Dr. Fang, can you cure my father?"
"Yes, I can." Fang Qiu nodded and patted the boy on the shoulder, indicating him not to worry.
"Thank you
