With a bang, the door to the adjoining room was kicked open, the dilapidated wooden door quivering on its last legs.
The woman turned her head in a panic to look.
Seeing it was someone familiar, she immediately plastered on a fawning smile and approached, "Supervisor Wei, you've arrived."
Her gaze flitted to the woman trailing behind Wei Lai, who kept her head lowered, appearing wooden and silent.
Wei Lai nodded slightly, glanced inside, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"How's their condition?"
The woman pursed her lips, "Just barely hanging on by a thread. No one knows what they're waiting for."
Wei Lai stepped forward to take a look.
On the bed lay an elderly couple, both skeletal and haggard, their faces ashen and bearing the unmistakable mark of death.
The old man lying closer to the wall had his eyes shut, utterly lifeless. The exposed skin on his neck bore a blotchy red scar, standing out starkly against his papery, wrinkled skin.
