The singing soothed the patients' emotions.
In the past, agonized cries of unbearable pain could always be heard from every ward, but today was unusually quiet. As Ling Feiran made her rounds, she found many patients wearing expressions of happiness and peace.
"A musician's Card Ability is truly amazing," she remarked to her colleague beside her.
"Yeah, it nearly rivals painkillers. It's just a pity Amir isn't in good health and can't play music every day," her colleague said.
"After all, using a Card Ability takes a heavy toll on the body." Ling Feiran smiled.
With the patients' emotions stabilized, the nurses felt much more relaxed as well. Their work was still exhausting, but at least they were no longer in a frantic rush.
Perhaps because the overall atmosphere was too peaceful, Ling Feiran keenly sensed a malicious presence that did not belong as she pushed a cart of medical waste downstairs.
She could not help stopping the elevator and heading toward the source of that malice. After turning into the corridor, she saw a man in a hospital gown walking toward the end of the hall, his heavy footsteps seeming full of anger.
Ling Feiran froze for a moment, then hurriedly pushed her cart after him. She was almost completely certain that the malice she had sensed was coming from this man.
She desperately wanted to know what he was angry about and what he hated. Even if she could not confront him directly, she at least needed to know his name.
Just as she was about to call out to him, the patient suddenly turned at the end of the corridor—the stairwell was in that direction.
"Wait... you up ahead, please wait a moment!"
Ling Feiran quickened her pace and chased after him. Pushing the cart around the