(Part Eighteen)
After Ling Haining left, the courtyard fell into a brief silence, and no one spoke any further.
After a short while, Ling Ruonan softly said, "Ling'er, please treat Great Grandfather."
"Great Grandfather, let me take your pulse first," Luo Ziling still sought Ling Jinhua's consent, and only after seeing Ling Jinhua nod slightly did he reach out his hand.
Upon grasping Ling Jinhua's withered arm, Luo Ziling carefully took the old man's pulse and then made a thorough check before smiling and telling Ling Jinhua, "Great Grandfather, your health has improved a lot compared to a few days ago. This winter, you shouldn't have any trouble with illnesses."
"Actually, when a person gets old, there comes a day to go back, and at this age, I take birth, aging, sickness, and death lightly, all seems indifferent to me," Ling Jinhua quietly replied without even opening his eyes.