Under the guidance of the doctor, Duanmu Huai met the woman — and then he understood why the doctors here were so fearless.
"Ah... ah..."
The woman standing in front of Duanmu Huai had vacant eyes, her mouth agape, drool trickling down her chin, looking just like a zombie. Except zombies at least bite people, while she seemed like a simple puppet, brought here just to stand silently, uttering those incoherent cries.
"I think you owe me an explanation."
Duanmu Huai glanced at the woman, knowing he wouldn't get any information from her, so he turned his head to the doctor beside him, who sighed.
"As you can see, the lady's treatment here has not been effective. Perhaps due to excessive grief, she has completely closed off her mind. She is, in the literal sense, a walking corpse, and even we cannot communicate with her..."
"Hah, fine."
