The middle-aged woman had fine brows and clear eyes. Although she looked exceedingly weary, her youthful beauty could not be concealed.
But what she brought in was nearly not human-shaped; the limbs barely discernible as belonging to a person, not even reaching the height of the woman's thigh. Her facial features were twisted together, her spine severely bent, the entire body forming a spherical shape, with wrinkled skin, appearing much like a deflated inflatable doll.
Song Xiaodong was originally lazily seated on the chair, but upon seeing the person brought in by the middle-aged woman, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
The experts present were also visibly shocked upon seeing this person.
"What's going on with this patient?" Qian Hengbo asked in amazement.
No one could answer this question; the experts present were so stunned upon seeing the patient led by the middle-aged woman that they were at a loss for words.
