Xu Yang drove to the city People's Hospital.
The young man surnamed "Xue" was arranged in a single room, and outside the room, there were people from the Spirits Management Bureau guarding.
"Master Xu, you're here?"
Seeing Xu Yang, Wang Lin greeted him with a smile.
Xu Yang glanced at Wang Lin and laughed, "Let's not be so formal with each other, it sounds weird... How's the situation?"
"The young man's face is necrotic, and the hospital can't perform surgery."
Wang Lin said, "But it seems like he doesn't feel any pain. He started sleeping as soon as he entered the hospital. Half an hour ago, he suddenly woke up and immediately asked to see you."
Pushing the door open.
Xu Yang walked in.
The single room in the hospital was not bad in terms of facilities.
There was a private bathroom, a TV, a refrigerator, air conditioning, a small sofa, a small dining table, and a small bed for accompanying caregivers.