C92 Checking up on Him

In a tiny clinic, no more than a few dozen square meters in size, the walls were pockmarked and uneven. Chunks of the white plaster had fallen away, exposing the gray underlayer.

Faang Yi perched on an old wooden stool that felt as if it might collapse with the slightest movement, threatening to emit a sharp crack at any moment.

She cast a critical eye around the clinic