In the gray and shadow beneath the neon lights, a sign quietly lit up in the night.
A light drizzle fell, the tiny wet droplets linking into threads.
A mid-range flying car slowly descended here.
The driver turned around and said, "We're here. This should be the clinic."
The rear window slowly lowered, and Wang Qianyu poked her head out to look around. After pondering for a moment, she nodded. "Let's go in."
The driver quickly got out, then hauled a large rectangular box from the trunk. After placing it on a folded handcart, he pushed it through the clinic's entrance.
The little maid carefully helped Wang Qianyu out of the car and opened an umbrella.
The driver pressed the clinic's doorbell—or rather, its rattle bell.
A small, ancient rattle bell had been placed beside the door... This was the first time he had ever seen someone use such a method to summon the door, and the clinic before him seemed to be shrouded in mystery.
In this filthy, disorderly area, the clinic looked completely out of place.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone inside?" As he shook the bell in his hand, the driver shouted, "Is the doctor here? We were referred by Officer Luo."
There was no response. The driver carefully focused his hearing. He was very confident in his sense of hearing; he had practiced techniques related to it since childhood.
Yet the clinic was unnaturally quiet, like stagnant water.
"Looks like... no one's here?" He had no choice but to turn back toward Wang Qianyu and say instinctively, "Could they have gone out?"
"The door's open!" the little maid suddenly said, her sharp eyes catching it.
The driver froze. He truly hadn't heard a thing, but he instinctively looked back. The clinic's main door was slowly opening,