C447 Accidental Harvest

Zhao Gaangbeng was miserable, lying in this ice-cold ward, although there were still two sick people around, but they both stank like they were on the verge of death, one could tell that they were wandering beggars who were sick on the streets.

Of course, he was more or less the same. His body was reeking of stench and his face was swollen like a pig's head