Contrary to Bai Zhi's expectations, the room's layout was surprisingly cozy.
Unlike his own hospital room, which was more like an interrogation chamber, this one was decorated like a study. Several neat rows of bookshelves stretched all the way to the ceiling, alongside a small bed piled high with books and a desk with a lamp on it.
On the bookshelf directly opposite the bed sat a Family Portrait of five. The background of the photo was a gray, hopeless world resembling an apocalyptic sky, yet the family of five in the picture wore incomparably brilliant smiles.
Soft orange Lights served as the room's main color scheme. Behind the desk, a figure wearing a black wool coat sat reading a book.
The moment Bai Zhi saw that figure, he felt an inexplicable wave of nausea.
Putting aside the body concealed beneath the clothes, the man's entire face was covered in densely packed holes—at a rough glance, there were no fewer than thirty or forty of them.
That alone would not have been much, but at least half of those unevenly scattered holes across his face were crammed full of maggots.
Fat White Worms had turned those tiny holes into their nests, squeezing in and out of them... It was a horrifying sight that nearly made one vomit.
Compared to this scene, things like hollow fingers and lotus-pod breasts were not even on the same Level.
The Patient sitting behind the desk paid no attention to the maggots nesting directly inside the holes in his body. Aside from occasionally plucking off the few worms that crawled near his eye sockets and blocked his vision, he could not be bothered to deal with them.
The desk was piled with all sorts of books. Several plates sat to one side, their food having