C420 Holy Mist Spring's Ward Rounds

Both of their faces were filled with pain, especially Jiang Chengyi. He looked like he was about to die, and his face was as white as a sheet of paper. It was as if he had just eaten a fly. He dug his throat hard. He was even more disgusted by his own vomit. Usually, when his clothes were slightly dirty, he would pick them up to dry them. He was even stricter with food