In the hospital's small park, Huo Zheng sat listlessly in a rocking chair with two large black circles under his eyes, and his eyelids seemed ready to fall off at any moment.

Hawthorne pushed his wheelchair down, and when Huo Zheng saw him appear, the whole people got up and complained directly, "Uncle Er, what is this? Two black circles of that size, which destroyed my good-looking Pan'an face, were the result of that ghost.

"Didn't you ask him to do those two stinky boys, but he tossed me around and asked me to ride around in his car, doing nothing at all, what's the matter?"

Huo Zheng took a...