Mrs. Zhang watched Zhang Jundian with a heart that kept clenching in pain.
Her beloved son had another seizure.
Whenever he had a seizure, he would fall immediately, giving no one time to react.
Aside from a paler complexion than a normal person, he showed no other unusual signs.
But when the seizure came, he wouldn't even know that he was hitting a concrete floor; how painful must that be?
Whether Zhang Jundian felt the pain or not, no one knew, but Mrs. Zhang only felt her own heart aching.
She came over and grabbed Zhang Jundian's hand.
Because of the convulsions, just as she got hold of it, it was wrestled away.
Foamy saliva was coming out of Zhang Jundian's mouth, his whole body convulsing, looking a little frightening.
Zhang Shifang and Zhang Shilan had become numb to such scenes.
Before, they would feel distressed seeing their brother like this.
Now, while still angry in their hearts, they watched indifferently.
