As the footsteps neared the door, Tang Qisheng finally shouted those words.
Almost immediately, the hand gripping his arm let go.
The night-shift orderlies hurried over when they heard the commotion. "Who called for help? What's going on?"
"I-I did!" Tang Qisheng still saw nothing but endless darkness. He could only speak toward where he thought the door was.
The orderlies came rushing over. Along with the sound of boots pounding down the corridor came a rattling, sloshing noise and a wave of damp air.
"There's someone in my room. I can't see him, but there's definitely something wrong with him. When he heard you coming, he ran off again. He's still in here!" Tang Qisheng spoke quickly. With so many orderlies here, he and Zhu Jie would be safe.
"What? He's still in the room?" The orderlies outside immediately tensed. There was a sound like they were drawing weapons, and the rattling grew louder. "Quick! Come out first. We'll go in and deal with him. Hurry!"
Tang Qisheng was just about to head for the door when he suddenly stopped. A moment later, a strange feeling washed over him. Why do I have to go outside? Wouldn't it be better for them to rush in and catch him themselves?
Then the person behind the door moved. Feeling his way over, he came up behind Tang Qisheng. "Sorry about that. He was still half asleep. He gets nightmares all the time, and when he wakes up, he thinks they really happened. Our room is safe. You can get back to your rounds." Zhu Jie's voice rang out.
At the same time, Zhu Jie gave Tang Qisheng a light pinch on the back.
The delayed realization sent a cold sweat running down Tang Qisheng's back. He hurriedly nodded along. "Oh, right,