The brothers gazed at the peculiar and incomprehensible scene before them, mouths agape, unable to recover their senses for quite some time.
He Qing, having seen such expressions before, didn't care this time and simply looked down to check the complexion of the middle-aged, robust man lying on the ground.
He Laoer's condition wasn't good.
Though he was still alive, his symptoms were clearly much more severe than Laoqi's in the bathroom.
His lips were gray, his complexion pale with hints of blue, and he occasionally jerked his neck upward, gasping for air with such heaviness that he seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
And from the onset of the illness to now, his limbs had been slightly cold, occasionally convulsing forcefully, and his fingers were still trembling uncontrollably, no matter how much he tried to control them.
No wonder some passengers had mistakenly thought it to be epilepsy or something similar.
He had not lost consciousness, however.
