As Han Yaran and Luo Xiaowei stepped into Lin Fei’s narrow, shabby bedroom, they both couldn't help but frown. The room was decrepit, cramped, and sweltering; there wasn't even an air conditioner. They truly couldn't understand how someone with such incredible medical skills could be so poor.
*Creak, creak...*
Lin Fei turned on an old floor fan. The blades groaned as they spun, sounding like an eighty-year-old man singing traditional opera, gasping for breath—it was grating to the ears.
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