A Gothic-style door appeared not far from the recreation area. The head nurse led Wen Ying over and stood outside. "Director, she's here."
"Come in."
The voice sounded ancient. The door opened automatically, and the head nurse stood to the side, waiting for Wen Ying.
Wen Ying didn't stand on ceremony and entered the room.
The room was large, about a hundred square meters, and decorated in a somewhat retro style.
There were also some ancient Flower Country decorative patterns.
"It seems the Director is an enthusiast of Flower Country culture?" Wen Ying asked in surprise.
The head nurse said nothing, standing ramrod straight to the side.
"In that case, wouldn't you say we're quite fated to meet?" A chair made of golden-thread nanmu wood swiveled around, revealing a man who looked to be in his thirties.
It didn't match his voice at all.
'His voice sounded like that of a white-bearded old man, but he looked like a handsome middle-aged guy.'
'The disconnect was jarring.'
