Wen Wanzhi glanced indifferently at Bao Yancheng, the man's eyelids tightly shut, his eyelashes slightly trembling, and his brows furrowed lightly with a few shallow lines.
"I don't have anything to ask, there are no secrets between us."
Dr. Mori looked meaningfully at the calm woman, said nothing more, dimmed the treatment room lights, and began the therapy.
"Then I'm starting now. Do not interrupt or interfere during the treatment to avoid stimulating the patient."
Wen Wanzhi spread out a tablet on her lap, displaying a half-finished design.
The atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive, and time seemed to pass very slowly.
Wen Wanzhi just clutched her stylus, not touching the draft at all, her gaze resting on Bao Yancheng's sharply defined face.
He appeared to be enduring great pain, his thin lips tightly pursed, but his face growing paler and paler as fine beads of sweat slowly trailed down his forehead.