"Mom, look! That big sister's mask is so weird. And why doesn't she have any balls on her chest?" a curious child asked, tugging at his mother's sleeve. His mother immediately covered his mouth and pulled him close. The woman nodded apologetically to Lu Li, the expression on the mask facing him contrite, while the mask behind it wore a look of contempt and disdain.
Lu Li paid no attention to the passersby's expressions. Even when the woman quietly scolded her child and called him some kind of pervert, he didn't bother responding. He kept walking at a steady pace—not fast enough to worsen his injuries, but not so slowly that he'd waste time. From the rooftop earlier, he'd estimated the distance to the hospital. It stood towering in the city center, abnormally tall, as if it were afraid no one would notice it.
Setting aside whether the hospital's size and location made any sense, Lu Li silently calculated that at his current speed, he'd reach it in about forty-five minutes. Including the five minutes he'd wasted in the building, that would bring the total to around fifty. He'd have only about ten minutes of activity left by then, making it difficult to get an appointment with a specialist.
If he couldn't get a number, he'd have nothing to do but wait to die during the half hour after that. And that wasn't even counting the other players. Who knew whether he'd run into any along the way? If a fight broke out, the time he could move freely would shrink even further.
Most importantly, although everyone in this instance wore a mask, everything else was much like the real world. There were residents, and there were police. If he caused a commotion and the police stopped him, he might