In the evening, after dinner, Caroline Edwin took out a herbal medicine packet and soaked her feet in the water.
Meanwhile, in Marine City, at Longevity Hospital.
In the director's office, the air conditioning was on. Blake Fuller, wearing his perennial white gown, sat in the office chair, typing on the keyboard as he dealt with official affairs.
The keyboard was of high quality and light touch, not making any noisy sounds. The black keys contrasted sharply with his slender, pale hands with their distinct bones.
"Click—"
The office door was pushed open, and Claud Stuart entered with a stethoscope around his neck.
In his hand was a piping hot baked sweet potato. He blew on it twice, broke it open, peeled off the skin, and discarded it in the trash can.
After taking a bite, the rich aroma filled his mouth. He closed his eyes in satisfaction and let out a sigh.
