The butler twisted open the door, stepped inside with long strides, and signaled for Jiang Man and Wu Yingfan to keep their voices down.
As Jiang Man entered the room, the first assault was on her sense of smell.
The room had obviously been sealed for several days, and the smell of sandalwood mixed with leftovers and the pungent scent of fermenting alcohol.
All in all, these smells mingled together, suffocating her.
The next shock was visual.
Outside the sun was shining brightly, the sky clear.
However, every window curtain in the room was tightly drawn, all were blackout curtains, making the room very dark, illuminated only by a standing lamp emitting a dim, gloomy light.
Jiang Man searched for her patient.
After looking around, she found someone lying on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, his face buried in the cushions.
"Sir, the Divine Doctor is here."
Only then did the man on the sofa struggle to sit up.
