Inside the hospital at The Pentagon.
The doctors and nurses wore strange expressions, watching the entrance of the corridor with curious eyes.
A few people dressed in black robes, with unknown wooden items on their heads, peculiar patterns painted on their faces, muttering incomprehensible incantations, bouncing back and forth.
"Director, these are... these are wizards, aren't they?" a young girl couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked in a low voice, eyes widened.
"Shh shh shh!"
The elderly director, wearing glasses, hurriedly put his finger to his lips, frowned, glanced around to ensure no one noticed before speaking, "Don't speak nonsense."
She paused before continuing, "Science cannot solve all ailments, so we have to turn to the metaphysical. We need to understand the mindset of the patient's family."
This kind of institutional hospital, indeed.
If it were outside, not calling the police would already be fortunate.
