"Alright, you stand guard at the door, and don't let anyone barge in recklessly; I'm going in to give it a try." Lin Hai smiled as he instructed Bingbing.
Bingbing nodded and gratefully said to Lin Hai, "Thank you, Brother Lin."
Lin Hai smiled, pushed open the door to the sick room, and went inside.
The air in the sick room was foul-smelling, and with the backlighting, it was very damp. How could a patient stay in such a place?
Lin Hai frowned and saw the boy in a coma on the bed.
The boy seemed to be in his teens, pale-faced and frail-breathed. Although he was handsome, he had a sickly appearance.
Lin Hai glanced at the unknown devices and lifted his hand to feel the boy's pulse.
Closing his eyes, he carefully listened to the pulse and quickly determined that there should be a very terrifying chill within the boy's body.
"This kind of chill is very similar to the one in Sister Bai Gu..."
