"Ugh... Ah!!!"
The wailing echoed in the cramped, dilapidated clinic, as a man lay on the bed, frantically struggling.
"Honey! Get a grip!!"
A woman dressed simply, her hair tied up, pressed down the struggling man on the bed firmly, shouting loudly. Beside her, the women in the black and white photographs hanging on the wall stared at her intently, emitting unnerving sharp laughter.
What is this place?
Fang Zheng observed the surroundings, judging from the decor and the equipment, it seemed to be from four or five decades ago.
"Ugh... Ah..."
The man's voice grew quieter, his struggle weaker. Seeing this, the woman seemed even more panicked. She held down the man tightly, muttering something like "Heavenly Flower, Earth Spirit, The Bodhisattva Guanyin bless... Spirit show forth,"
"Mom! What's wrong with Dad?"
