"Hmm," Mu Lingyun responded faintly, then shifted her gaze to the elderly Mr. Zhou.
Mr. Zhou was of considerable age, his face marked with horizontal and vertical wrinkles.
Because he could not see, he maintained a forward-looking posture.
He did not have a hunched back and his somewhat stern face indicated that he must have been a commanding figure in his youth.
"Yes, has Miss Mu arrived?" Mr. Zhou spoke, his voice mature and resonant, devoid of aged frailty.
"Yes, Grandpa. Miss Mu is right in front of you," Zhou Qiluan spoke.
Mr. Zhou's cheeks moved slightly, and he smiled faintly.
"Miss Mu, I apologize, I currently can't see anything, and I have neglected you. My eyes, I'm troubling you," Mr. Zhou said sincerely.
Mu Lingyun's lips bore a light smile, "You overstate it, Elder Sir."
After speaking, she carefully observed Mr. Zhou's condition, then turned to Zhou Qiluan and asked, "Who was Elder Sir's attending physician before? I'd like to get some information from him."