Everyone entered the guest room before long.
Lin Shuwen walked up to the beside quickly when he saw the man working as he leaned against the headboard. He said reverently, "You really need to rest."
Lin Shuwen even straightened out the documents on the patient's lap before placing them on the bedside table face down as he spoke.
Fang Chen leaned against the headboard. His cheeks looked sunken and there was barely any color on his face. Also, his neck, shoulders as well as both his hands resting outside the blanket were equally thin.
Huo Yao trailed in last behind everyone. She was slightly shocked when she saw how skinny Fang Chen was.
He looked in his thirties at best, but he resembled an enfeebled old man in his eighties.
Old Mr. Pei had shared his symptoms with her on their way to the room.
