Evening.
The emergency building on the fifth floor of the Safe Zone Hospital was brightly lit.
In recent days, as the invasion of otherworld species intensified, the number of injured patients began to surge, with doctors and nurses bustling about everywhere.
At this moment, a tricycle carrying a dying patient stopped at the entrance, with a female caretaker sitting on it.
"Quick, quick, someone come, my husband is about to die." The woman sitting in the car jumped down and shouted loudly.
The doctors and nurses immediately rushed out with a stretcher upon hearing the cries, and helped the patient onto it.
"What's wrong with my husband? He was fine in the morning." The woman's face was full of panic, and she was anxious.
"Yes, doctor, I'm his older brother, he never had any health issues." The middle-aged man who rode over on the tricycle said.
"It's unclear for now, we need to run some tests to find out." The doctor replied.
