chapter 88 This is not a disease, it is a poison

Not long after, the door was opened, and a maid bowed respectfully: "The master of the house invites you." "Everyone, please." Meng Tianling said, and then everyone entered the bedroom together. There were not many people in the bedroom, only a few maids taking care of people and a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and a strong build. Sitting on the bed was an old man with gray hair and skinny bones. His face was wrinkled and pale, his eyes were hollow and tired, and he was tortured...