"How is it?"
Inside the secret chamber, an emaciated couple lay on the bed with weak, shallow breaths. The heavy smell of medicinal herbs in the room could not mask the reek of festering blood rising from their bodies.
Standing nearby, a medical officer had his mouth and nose covered with a cloth. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he had no time to wipe it before it stung his eyes. His hands kept busily sorting herbs and tossing them into a burning brazier.
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