"Who makes rounds in the middle of the night? And calls it a-Morning Rounds Procession?" Fang Xiaoxia shuddered, covering her nose and mouth against the pungent disinfectant.
"Ghost doctors, abandoned hospitals, night-shift wards-anyway, they definitely aren't decent people."
The Gem Witch also felt the temperature plummet, but it only set her blood boiling as she surveyed their surroundings with heightened vigilance.
"Hey, did you just mention some weird names?" Fang Xiaoxia shot her a sidelong glance.
"Who knows?" the Gem Witch replied solemnly. "All I know is that our current situation is stranger than any of them."
"So what exactly is a Morning Rounds Procession?"
Standing beside the bed, Bai Zhou casually asked as he stretched his hands and arms to warm up.
"I saw one a long time ago-when I was hospitalized for an IV as a kid."
The Gem Witch casually griped, "You generally only see those in big hospitals. The bigger the hospital, the more they care about flashy stuff like that to show off their authority and hierarchy."
"Basically, it's this huge, grand procession, with people crowding around someone who looks all majestic and impressive."
Her description painted a vivid picture. "First, the loudspeaker announces that the Professor is beginning morning rounds. Then a whole bunch of doctors and nurses gather and line up in the corridor outside the elevator, waiting to welcome the esteemed Professor."
Bai Zhou couldn't help imagining it: at the end of the corridor outside the ward, the floor indicator beside the elevator froze with a ding, and the doors slowly opened.
The instant the professor appeared, the two rows of doctors and nurses outside bowed in unison, calling out,
"Thank you for your hard work, Professor," and things like that.
Then the esteemed Professor would nod coldly and walk out with