If Feng Mu were present at this moment, he would surely recognize the bald man before him as the doctor Ge Qingming from the black clinic.
Today, Ge Qingming wasn't wearing a white coat, but instead, was dressed in a pair of trousers and a white shirt, looking much like an insurance salesman who doesn't quite fit in, his collar stained and his cuffs faded from frequent washing.
Perhaps, Feng Mu might also recall the cloth doll on Ge Qingming's shoulder, the same peculiar doll that hung over the clinic's door.
If Feng Mu could witness this scene and see the familiar face beside Ge Qingming stuffing intestines into an empty belly, he might think up a complete story in his mind.
Unfortunately, Feng Mu was not here.
He was now lying in bed, ears perked, intently listening to the hushed conspiracies of his senior brothers and sisters in the courtyard.
