Lord Servis?
Though the voice came unexpectedly, in the small dark room where one was urged to update, it seemed quite reasonable for a columnist.
In that moment, Fu Qian wasn't scared; instead, a name naturally popped into his mind.
Indeed, the saying 'voice mirrors the person' might not be reliable, but this particular voice was unmistakably classic.
The voice didn't have much vigor; it was overall deep yet impressively stable.
Coupled with prior descriptions of the chief doctor, it matched seamlessly with the image of a mysterious observer quietly watching from the shadows.
Not to mention, before the voice spoke, Fu Qian truly hadn't noticed any other movements—he still didn't, even now.
Instead of responding with writing, Fu Qian turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.
Just at the corner of the office, next to the large medical cabinet.
The space was more than enough to hide a person, but the problem was, no silhouette was visible there now.
