The moment the door opened, a strong smell of disinfectant rushed out, trying its best to mask the undeniably rotten stench.
But Wu Jue was not an ordinary person. Even though the rotten smell in the ward had been diluted to the point that ordinary people wouldn't notice even after staying inside for an hour, he couldn't help but want to cover his nose before even entering.
Without even meeting the person, he was already certain that his earlier assumptions were correct.
The person inside had their Fate altered, and it was done using the most ruthless method, extracting every ounce of value one could be extracted from a person.
Otherwise, the rotten stench wouldn't be so intense as to pierce his nose even through a mask.
The light in the ward was dim. Even though it was a bright sunny day, the curtains were drawn, with only a small bedside lamp illuminating the face of the woman half-reclined in the hospital bed.
