In the lobby on the first floor of the hospital.
A large crowd had gathered there—a rare sight. At first glance, anyone unaware of the situation might have thought some major accident had occurred. But after squeezing inside, people realized that was not the case. It did not quite look like a medical dispute, nor did it seem like some grave problem had arisen.
There were no corpses, no bloodstains, and no fake mourning that was actually just noisy extortion. No doctors had been attacked, either. In any case, it was vastly different from what they had imagined.
In the open space cordoned off amid the crowd, a young woman was angrily and anxiously shouting something at a group of hospital staff opposite her.
Behind the woman was a row of chairs against the hospital wall. A pale-faced man with vacant eyes sat there in a daze, his body trembling slightly as though he had the chills.
Several medical staff were gathered around him, hurriedly conducting all kinds of examinations. Their expressions were extremely tense, afraid that something serious had truly happened. But he appeared to be alright—merely badly frightened, with no major physical issues.
Other hospital staff were trying hard to disperse the crowd, but with little effect. No matter how hoarse they talked, the people around them only continued to gather, never decreasing. After all, watching a spectacle was human nature. There was nothing to be done about it, and they could not forcibly drive people away.
"You're saying your hospital isn't at fault?! Then why did this happen? Tell me! How did a perfectly healthy living person get locked in a place like that?!"
The girl named Xiaoli glanced back, obvious concern in her eyes. Then she turned around, planted her hands on her hips, glared, and