Inside the hospital, all was silent.
The long corridor lay shrouded in gloom.
Clearly, no sunlight reached this place, nor were there any lights.
So even during the day, it looked much the same as night.
Accompanied by the clear sound of footsteps, Meng Shu and the others appeared in the corridor.
"Looks like the people who come here to check in only hang around in the lobby. Look at this corridor—there's no trash, which means hardly anyone comes here."
Meng Shu looked at the dust-covered floor and spoke with a smile.
Mr. Li nodded in agreement.
"After all, it's only a few steps from the main entrance, so it's relatively safer. It's dark in here even during the day, so it's normal that people don't dare come. Take me, for example—I wouldn't dare come here alone either."
Mr. Li's half-joking words brought a little life to the silent surroundings.
"This corridor has more than thirty wards, not counting the nurses' station and doctors' offices. At the end of the corridor, turn right, and there's another corridor across from it, just like this one. And—"
Mr. Li came to a door with an observation window and lightly kicked it open.
At once, the screech of grinding metal rang out, echoing again and again through the dead-silent hallway.
Xia Nianzhen and the others shuddered. In that instant, they realized that even the sound of a door opening could be so unpleasant.
Meng Shu and Mr. Li paid no attention to it. The latter continued.
"Every ward is very spacious, about the size of a modern eight-person school dormitory. There are roughly... let me calculate... more than 960 wards like this in the entire hospital."
Hearing that, Meng Shu wore a satisfied expression.
He walked into the ward, looked it over, and