The handsome man fainted to the floor, his clothes stained with filth, his once vibrant face visibly withering at an alarming speed.
His sudden collapse caught everyone off guard. They immediately lifted him up and hurriedly carried him back to the residence where the crew were staying, placing him on the bed.
Blake Fuller's hand was on Alfred Linberg's pulse, solemnly diagnosing his condition, examining his body to determine the cause of the fainting.
His thick eyebrows furrowed deeply, his profound eyes filled with pensiveness. He lifted his hand for a two-minute rest before taking Alfred's pulse again.
"..."
The room fell silent, everyone was as quiet as a mouse, afraid to disturb Blake's diagnosis.
After a long time.
Blake let go of his hand, furrowing his brows deeply. His slender phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, with a glint of unknown significance flickering in the depths of them.
"Slippery pulse, also known as the joyful pulse. To put it simply, he's pregnant."