Chapter 21: I Know How to Fight

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In the northern suburbs of the capital at a nameless care facility.

The facility was ranked by the World Medical Association half a year ago as the care facility with the world’s best equipment.

The fee for just one month of treatment could reach as high as 10 million. It was an extremely high nursing fee.

There was a flower shop by the entrance and a small pot cactus cost 18,000.

Gu Mang held up a palm-sized cactus and tilted her head to take a look.

It sure cost quite a lot for such a small item.

She raised an eyebrow, put one hand in the pocket of her jacket, and walked steadily into the care facility.

The design of the interior of the care facility had a rural flair. Each of the residents lived in a detached bamboo house.

It was a picturesquely chaotic arrangement. It had a flower garden, a vegetable garden, wooden fences draped with Japanese roses, and pebble walkways between each section.

It was a cozy and relaxing environment, simultaneously drawing inspiration from modern science and technology and it was in keeping with a utopic atmosphere.

Sometimes workers passed by, carrying dewed vegetables and fresh meat to prepare for breakfast.

“Ms. Gu, have you come to visit Jinyang?” Aunt Cook said, laughing.

Gu Mang uttered an “mm,” took off her peaked cap, and pushed her hair back.

Her skin was as white as porcelain under the morning sunlight. It was outrageously beautiful and people stopped to stare as they passed.

Aunt Cook stared blankly for a few seconds until she heard Gu Mang’s clear and cold voice.

“Has Jinyang woken up?”

The lady snapped back to reality. “Yes, yes she has. I’d reckon she would be in the flower garden watering her plants around this time.”

Gu Mang thanked her politely and walked towards the flower garden.

The lady watched Gu Mang walk away and muttered softly, “That young girl has grown to be rather lovely.”

At the flower garden.

There was a young woman wearing a woolen, pastel-green jacket squatting by a cluster of flowers, holding a gourd ladle to water the plants.

Gu Mang watched her from a distance and a smile formed on her lips. “Jinyang.”

Meng Jinyang’s back tensed up for an instant and she turned