C328 What Do You Want to Eat I'll Make It for You

In the corridor of the floor, Lu Chimo leaned against the wall. He was holding a medical bag in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. A faint white smoke was spreading from his mouth. His eyes seemed to be wandering.

Lu Chimo finished a pack of cigarettes in the corridor. There were no more women crying in the room. He rubbed the pack of cigarettes and threw it into the garbage bin