Feichen's room looked like the others. It looked new, probably repainted. It was clean and tidy, as if the owner had gone away. After entering the door, Fei Chen asked him to sit down on a small round pillar with his back to him and a standing mirror in front of him. Tom Lingchen also straightened his hair that was messed up with a towel in front of the mirror.

Fei Chen took out a medical kit from under the bed, opened it and took out tweezers, medical alcohol and cotton wool. ...