Wen Ruoming turned around and saw a Wu doctor walking in, dressed in a gold-threaded satin robe with collars and cuffs completely inlaid with crystals.
He looked to be around fifty years old. Though called a doctor, there was not the slightest bit of benevolent kindness in his brows that suggested healing the sick and saving lives; instead, his face was filled with a murderous aura.
If one did not know his identity, one would have taken him for an elderly assassin.
Chapter 38