Old Xu agreed, but his gaze drifted to the hospital room window.
He simply couldn't control his intuition. When something felt off, it just felt off, and the jarring sensation was a constant alarm ringing in his mind.
Especially in the quiet of the hospital room, the feeling struck with such intensity that he couldn't possibly ignore it.
This mental sensation was actually more unbearable than the physical emptiness in his chest.
'Something's wrong with that window!'
His intuition kept nagging at him, and Old Xu couldn't stop himself from looking at it again and again.
But given the doctor's and the captain's prior warnings, he had no intention of speaking up.
However, his odd expression caught the captain's eye.
The captain glanced at the window, assuming Old Xu was cold. He walked over and shut it.
Just as he was walking back, a white bird flew straight into the closed window.
SMACK!
A bloody smear was left on the windowpane.
