Heading into the mountains, Ren Feng was always a bit preoccupied.
The first time, he planned to ask, but the old man didn't seem to answer directly, so Ren Feng didn't pursue it. This time, he had to get a clear answer.
Thinking carefully about it, actually, this illness didn't just start recently. It had occurred once in childhood, then again at age thirteen, and lately, it had become more frequent.
Is this a congenital disease?
Ren Feng frowned, but he was in good health and had nothing wrong with him. Furthermore, previous hospital checks showed no problems.
It seems he could only wait for the old man's explanation.
Arriving at Fuqing Village, the villagers greeted him with smiles, then led him to the room at the back, where the old man was the same as ever, leisurely listening to music.
"Old man, you're pretty relaxed." Ren Feng approached with a chuckle.
The old man, upon hearing Ren Feng's voice, suddenly sat up, a look of shock on his face.
