The other person bent over, looked at Chenxing with a puzzled expression, didn't say anything, and then took the lead.
The two stepped into the surveillance room of the medical research institute.
The surveillance room was quite large, roughly 100 square meters in size.
On one side of the surveillance room were many screens, each constantly monitoring a room, constantly observing the condition inside.
Some rooms were empty, while others housed people.
There were men and women, elderly and young adults.
Chenxing's gaze fell on one of the monitor screens, where a man appeared to be completely dependent on others, his whole body was muscle atrophied, his appearance making one's skin crawl; a tube was inserted in his nose, and a nurse seemed to be doing something to him.
"What is she doing?" Chenxing asked curiously, pointing to the screen. "Is he sick?"
"He's being fed."
