Zheng Ren was puzzled when he heard the voice, but Chang Yue immediately stood up and asked, "Brother Sui?"
"Yes." The speaker seemed to be afraid of the well-dressed group and merely stood outside, not daring to enter.
"Please, come in," Chang Yue greeted the newcomer enthusiastically; weaving through the crowd without even so much as sparing them a glance, she pulled an honest-looking man into the room.
The man was carrying a basket with a confused look on his face.
Zheng Ren felt a sense of familiarity, but was unable to recall his identity.
"Chief Zheng, he is the family member of the patient that had tetanus." Chang Yue remembered Zheng Ren's late-stage face blindness cancer and reminded him.
"Oh, please take a seat," Zheng Ren stood and said warmly, "How is the madam doing at home right now?"
"She is recovering well." The group of well-dressed men outside the room made the visitor feel uneasy.
"That's good." Zheng Ren smiled.
