C209 I Have Nothing to Do with Him

Yem Jinghan frowned slightly and looked up. Sitting opposite of her was a man in his fifties who was hale and hearty. The epaulet on his shoulder proved his identity. She slightly pursed her lips. Only then did she notice that the surroundings had become much quieter. The rest of the patients were standing at the door, looking at her with some concern. She hesitated for a moment before saying