After telling her his location,
Less than an hour later,
Gu Yuan heard a knock on his door.
He opened it to find, as expected, Mrs. Yan, who had rushed over in a hurry.
Mrs. Yan was dressed in a white lab coat. She was tall, well over 170 centimeters, and the hem of her coat was stained with dark red spots of unknown origin. Her amber pupils held a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
She smelled of disinfectant and formalin.
But the scent was faint, as if she had deliberately tried to cover it with rose perfume.
The most striking thing about her, however,
was the bizarre, miniature clock embedded in her forehead. Like a third eye, it took up the better part of her face.
The clock was a fusion of flesh and blood, covered in dark red, vein-like patterns. As its blood-red hands moved, it emitted the grinding sound of bone on bone. KRAK KRAK.
Gu Yuan had been to the Reincarnation Hospital before, so he wasn't surprised by the clock on Mrs. Yan's forehead.
