"Uncle Huang, can you recall when you fell ill?"
Ye Lingyue saw that Uncle Huang was still very weak, and couldn't ask too much at once, so she gently prodded to start with the cause of his illness.
"Gentlefolk, I'm not sick. I'm sixty-three this year and have always been hearty. I only remember sometimes being lucid, and other times being muddle-headed. As for when I turned into this state, it should have been three days ago," Uncle Huang tried hard to recollect.
Uncle Huang was a widowed elder in Pastoral Village. His son had lost his life in the beast chaos a few years back.
His daughter had married off inland, and the old man stayed in Pastoral Village, relying on the care of the villagers and the village chief's family.
Three days ago, like usual, the old man went out to forage some wild vegetables and had an accident after coming back and having a meal.
"Wild vegetables, could it be poisonous ones you ate?" Ye Lingyue wondered.
