"Why don't you come in? If you don't take care of that face soon, it will leave a scar."
"Look at your ankle, twisted like this, it's pitiful to see. Such a beautiful girl, are you really going to become a hideous, hobbling cripple?"
The previous line was slightly mocking in an old voice, then the tone suddenly heightened, turning into a piercing child's voice.
"You don't cherish your body, but the Puppet Mother doesn't like the host body to be a lame. Still not coming in? Do I need to invite you personally?"
Feng Yuhuai felt a chill run through her body. She didn't understand what the Puppet Mother was, but the words 'host body' gave her an extremely ominous feeling.
But she seemed to have no choice!
Facing Ge Qingming's gaze, filled with both kindness and hidden malice, Feng Yuhuai braced herself and stepped into the clinic.
The creaking roll-up door fell down again, as if dividing the inside and outside into two different worlds.
