Finley arrived in front of the bed, glanced at the deathly-faced Old Mr. Yale on the bed, and secretly frowned.
Subsequently, Finley placed his hand on Old Mr. Yale's wrist and began to check his pulse.
Now Old Mr. Yale's pulse had already been weak and he was about to die at any moment.
"Finley, is my grandfather fine?"
Rubina stood by and asked, holding back her grief.
Finley put down Old Mr. Yale's wrist and glanced at Rubina.
"Grandpa's condition is already not optimistic. With the misalignment of the golden needles, his body is getting worse. He is going to die."
Finley said with a grave expression.
"Now, you and all of them together, step back three paces away and I'm going to start performing the needle."
Without waiting for Rubina's reaction, Finley raised his hand and wav
