Following Wang Manzi to the courtyard, leaning against a pillar painted with red varnish, Lin Tian asked, "Mr. Wang, just say what you want directly."
Wang Manzi said, "I'd like you to check on Wang Shi's injuries. He's been in a coma for more than half a year now, and his body is getting worse by the day. We can't put it off any longer."
Lin Tian didn't rush to agree immediately; he was silent for a few seconds before eventually nodding and saying, "Alright, trouble you to lead the way."
"This way, please."
Walking behind Wang Manzi, Lin Tian could notice from his perspective that Wang Manzi's body was slightly uncoordinated. Especially his right hand, which rarely swung with his arm.
Lin Tian asked, "Mr. Wang, how has your arm recovered?"
Wang Manzi kept walking, and although Lin Tian stood behind him unable to see his expression, intuition told him the old man was very displeased, emanating a fierce aura.
