He lay awake on the old elm bed, his long hair shawled around his shoulders and wrapped in coarse cloth.
With myopia of 400 degrees, I suddenly saw clearly the cobwebs on the beams, and there were yellowing medical books and dried herbs scattered around.
There was half a bowl of bitter concoction on the stove. Someone knocked on the door and shouted, "Doctor Wang, help me!" - The wooden door was shaken by the knock.
Looking down at the calloused hands, the system read: "You can sign in once if you detect the breath of the remaining pages of the green sac."
The crying outside the door became more urgent, and the residue of the concoction turned black at the bottom of the bowl.
The original owner of this body may have put someone to death.
