As he walked on, Jiang Chen continued observing the Hospital Ward.
He found the place noisy, with all kinds of crazed shouts and screams coming from the rooms from time to time, sometimes mixed with cries for help.
"Are the patients fighting in some of these rooms? Where are the doctors?"
Jiang Chen couldn't help asking.
No. 15 gave him an odd look. "You're new here, aren't you? The doctors never care whether we live or die. They only care about our conditions."
This time, Jiang Chen was surprised. "They don't even care whether you live or die, but they care about your conditions?"
"Of course. If someone kills their roommate, they'll be taken to the special treatment room on the second floor for further diagnosis. If their condition has improved, their patient number can move up a few places."
"Once your patient number becomes 1 and your condition improves further, you can take off this patient gown and move into the discharge observation area on the third floor."
After saying that, No. 15 looked around, then suddenly leaned closer and said secretively, "But let me tell you a secret. The doctors here are the real lunatics. What they call an improvement is actually the condition getting worse!"
"The third floor is called the discharge observation area, but it's effectively an intensive care ward. I heard there are fewer than five patients on the entire floor, but even the doctors don't want to stay up there for long!"
Hearing that,
Jiang Chen gave No. 15 an odd look. Aside from her fondness for squeezing through iron bars, carrying a scalpel around, and looking like Tahm, she really was normal in every other respect.
She possessed a fully intact capacity for logical reasoning.
Her words sounded quite credible. Rather than treating