Ah!
Upon hearing this, the boy suddenly looked up, then shook his head like a rattle drum.
The bald man also glared fiercely at the speaker, his nostrils flaring:
"How can I not know what my son is like? Don't impose your perverted thoughts on him!"
Ning An felt something was amiss.
Most Daoists know more or less about medicine, and Ning An was no exception.
Looking at the boy who was constantly shivering and whose face looked terribly unwell, Ning An bypassed the bald man and asked the boy directly:
"Little attendant, have you experienced any abnormal states or irregularities in your daily life recently?"
The boy struggled to lift his head, his eyes deeply sunken, his face devoid of any color, speaking hoarsely:
"I'm alright in the morning, sometimes my throat itches suddenly, I cough twice and it clears up, but I cough up phlegm, thick and sticky, and it smells bad."
