West Mountain Green Valley Sanatorium.
The fresh morning breeze swept through the lush pine forest at the foot of the mountain, where a few gray sparrows were hopping on the branches, chirping crisply.
Inside the yard, away from the city's clamor, the rehabilitation center building appeared exceptionally peaceful, with only the occasional sound of nurses' rolling cart wheels echoing from afar.
Those who can rest here are either retired senior officials or severely injured Special Search Team fighters.
The environment is indeed serene and pleasant, and the security is exceptionally strict.
Fang Cheng followed behind Master Sun, stepping on the thick carpet in the corridor as they walked forward.
After passing through three armed inner guard posts, the two stopped outside suite 103 in the special care area.
Master Sun pushed open the heavy solid wood door.
The room's lighting was soft, the furnishings upscale, and a faint scent of traditional medicine lingered in the air.
