"I think the way he used the knife just now, it reminded me of someone."
"Who?"
"Ghost Hand."
"Ghost Hand?!"
The young assistant was taken aback, apparently having never heard of this name.
"That was a fierce character who retired and washed his hands of the martial world over a decade ago."
The black market doctor lowered his voice, a hint of inexplicable excitement in his tone:
"At that time, he was the top, the most mysterious black market doctor in the entire East Capital, known as the reincarnated Hua Tuo, Ghost Hand miracle doctor."
"Legend has it that his hands could kill invisibly and also snatch the dead back from King Yan."
"Besides him, I can't think of anyone else in this world with such extraordinary skills."
.........
The corridor lights were dim, the walls worn.
Lin Fusheng lifted his head, his gaze stretching past the corridor, towards the reception room at the end.
The old TV on the wall was showing the noon news.
