The heavy footsteps dragged on, one after another, approaching from afar.
The temperature under the covers kept rising, to a nearly suffocating degree.
But as those sluggish footsteps neared, a coarse and heavy panting sound accompanied them.
Something, or rather someone, stopped by the bed.
Fan Zhizhang could not stop trembling.
He tried to convince himself that such things didn't exist in the world, that little Tang Jin was just out to swindle people, a complete scare tactic.
If he believed those words, he would only be scaring himself.
He was not afraid of such things; they were all fake!
With such mental preparation,
Fan Zhizhang forced himself to appear calm as he lifted a corner of the blanket to peek outside.
His ward was a private room.
Apart from the flickering lights of the machinery, only a warm-toned lamp was lit.
The overly pristine walls made the usually inviting warm tones seem all the more sinister.
A corner of the blanket was lifted.
