Unalike

Song Xianhe was a lot more cultured than his third brother. He said with some respect and humility, "Abbot Fangzheng, what about my father's illness?"

Fangzheng didn't say a word, but he walked over. He carefully observed the elder. He was an elder with an extremely amiable look. He had white hair, but his skin was sallow. His eyes were tightly closed as though he had fainted, but his brows were tightly furrowed. He was likely conscious.

Although the elder was very thin, he was very clean. There were no odd smells coming from him, clearly the result of him being bathed often. His personal hygiene was definitely taken care of by a diligent person.

Looking at the nurse beside him, Fangzheng understood that the three brothers were rather rich.