The infirmary was essential to any school, but Chen Ge had never seen one this large.
The man behind him, dressed in an extremely strange outfit, was probably the doctor here. He tried to hide it in every way he could, but Chen Ge could still see the deep red beneath his outerwear.
"A red-clothed..."
In any setting, red-clothed ghosts were synonymous with danger. Their methods were strange and unpredictable, and they were ruthless. Even with his employees protecting him, Chen Ge could still be hurt by one.
"Hello. I'm looking for a student here." Chen Ge was very polite and asked in a quiet voice.
"Are you sick?"
"I'm here to find someone. His name is Yan Fei. We're classmates."
"Are you sick?" The doctor seemed to know only that one sentence. He kept repeating it, taking a step toward Chen Ge each time.
A strong smell of disinfectant hit Chen Ge. The doctor seemed to have sprayed a large amount of it on himself to hide his own scent.
Since they couldn't communicate, Chen Ge didn't dare make a move. He tightened his grip on the Nail in his hand and prepared for the worst.
The doctor approached step by step, but stopped when he reached Chen Ge.
His dark red eyes scanned Chen Ge from head to toe. The doctor stared at him for a long time, and just when Chen Ge thought the man was about to attack, the doctor suddenly spoke. "You're seriously ill. I see a corpse in pieces. Your soul is like a shoddy toy that was put together after the fact, covered in cracks and ready to shatter at the slightest touch."
"You... are you serious?" Chen Ge realized the doctor didn't sound like he was joking.
"I can see the flowers