Chapter 902 Your Name, Yan Zangfeng

• Northern border, state hospital, VIP suite.
• The sunlight was perfect. A soft breeze slipped through the floor-to-ceiling window, lending the already bright, spacious room a hint of freshness and grace.
• By the bed, a woman in her early forties coughed lightly. Tired and a little dazed, she opened her eyes. She took in the lavish room, its unfamiliar luxury, and a flicker of shock and panic crossed her gaze.