A group of people collected their belongings and entered the room.
The temperature inside the room was about thirty-three or thirty-four degrees Celsius, like a large steaming basket, and everyone started sweating profusely as soon as they entered.
By then, the curtain above the heated brick bed had been pulled back, and Wang Hao saw a pale face lying on the bed, her two-foot-long hair spread out over the quilt.
The girl looked visibly emaciated. Her eyes, nervous and tightly clutching the blanket, watched Wang Hao and the others with anxiety.
"Xiaoxue, darling," Fang Huai De gently sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Your great-grandfather has brought many people here to treat you. Don't be scared. Once they're done, your illness will be better, and you'll be able to get out of bed and play."
"Okay," Fang Xiaoxue nodded slightly, then struggled to sit up.
