Then, an even more horrifying and visceral thought surfaced in the dark recesses of her mind, chilling her to the bone. What if that foul, ethereal creature had not truly died or returned to the abyssal void from which it had been summoned? What if it had already successfully slithered its way into her daughter's unsuspecting body just before the interruption occurred? The more she dwelt on that terrifying, skin-crawling possibility, the more the cold goosebumps spread across her shivering skin, leaving her trembling in the sterile hallway.
After three agonising, soul-crushing hours of silence, the heavy door finally creaked open, and the doctor emerged from the room. Sang Yuling immediately scrambled to her feet, her joints stiff from tension, and rushed toward him with frantic, stumbling movements.
