This morning, as usual, had not a trace of light.
City Central Hospital's building was half-buried in the dark clouds, where one could watch the torrential rain slam against the floor-to-ceiling windows on the fifteenth floor.
Looking down from above, there was nothing but chaotic rainwater and a blurred, indistinct world.
The multicolored lights appeared especially disordered through the mist of rain. The urgent alarm sounds of ambulances and the clamor of human voices had not diminished in the slightest, even in weather like this.
A hospital was never a place with sparse visitors. No matter how the weather changed, no matter whether the year's end was near, it remained overcrowded, cramped, and noisy.
Even Branch No. 1, existing in another dimension and seen from another perspective, was deeply affected by the changes in reality.
Branch No. 1—once Heavenly Sea's most renowned and powerful branch—now presented an interior that stood in stark contrast to City Central Hospital.
Back then, this branch alone had nearly fifty employees and had captured more than forty ghosts. It was the only branch to have successfully crossed the four-star chasm.
Even the position of Vice Branch Manager required three people here. Its scale was self-evident.
Lan Yu sat in the magnificent yet exceptionally deserted lobby, gazing up at the exquisite European-style ceiling and looking around at the luxurious yet understated decor.
Even he had not expected that only half a month had passed.
This hotel, the most representative one in Heavenly Sea, now gave him a desolation and chill that seeped into his bones.
A breeze that had slipped in from somewhere stirred the notebook clutched by the prosthetic on his left arm, turning its pages helplessly one after another.
He sat in his chair, quietly watching. As the wind flipped through the notebook, it