A few hundred meters from this street stood a small clinic.
Inside the clinic, a refined man in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses sat quietly in a chair, holding a steaming cup of coffee and taking a sip from time to time.
On the desk in front of him lay a crumpled diagnostic report.
Name: Wang Ye Gender: Male Age: 91 Examination Area: Head Condition: Black Veil, intermittent hallucinations and phantosmia. Diagnosis: Temporal lobe damage, cerebral artery stenosis Treatment Recommendation: Brain excision
In the upper-right corner of the simple report was a one-inch black-and-white photograph. The person in the photo was none other than the hoodie-clad man currently suffering an assault and attempted murder!
The doctor finished his coffee one sip at a time.
He set down the cup.
Unhurriedly, he took out a quill and signed his name in the lower-right corner of the diagnostic report.
After finishing all this,
he took out a collection of stories and began reading it with relish.
The entire process seemed calm and unhurried, just like a clinic doctor with few patients, who could only pass the dull hours by reading some light literature.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes... After roughly ten-odd minutes, the clinic's door was suddenly thrown open.
The violent wind and rain outside blew in through the opening, knocking the medicine bottles off the cabinet beside the door and scattering them across the floor. Several eerie figures entered along with the wind and rain.
Among them was an old man dressed in mourning clothes. He carried a Headless Corpse in his left hand and clutched a ghastly pale head in his right.
"It's been taken care of."
"Although it took some time, we ultimately didn't let him escape."
"We have to thank the director