The doctor led the way, with Jiang Xiao and the others closely following, passing through the bustling hospital lobby and heading deeper into the building.
The long corridor was filled with the busy figures of medical staff hustling back and forth, the tense and hurried atmosphere almost freezing the air.
Along the way, from every ward they passed, they could hear the moans of patients and the anxious conversations of their families.
Finally, they arrived in front of a ward at the far end of the hospital.
The door of this ward was unusual, adorned with seven or eight heavy locks, each glinting coldly as if warning outsiders of its peculiarity.
A skull warning label was stuck on the door, with isolation tape set up around it, clearly indicating that the patient inside was different from typical cases.
Jiang Xiao frowned slightly, sensing an ominous aura.
The atmosphere here was entirely different from the rest of the hospital, chilling and oppressive.
