"Why did you send us to the hospital? Why..."
A group of terrifying-looking patients all crowded around.
Doctor Zhao's eyes grew wider and wider.
"No... stay back... don't... aaah..."
Heart-rending screams rang out through the underground parking garage.
Meanwhile, the hospital's second floor was deathly silent.
The corridor was dimly lit. The white floor tiles seemed to have yellowed with age, and some stains on them simply would not come off.
There were marks on the floor where something heavy had been dragged.
The walls on both sides were peeling, and the doors to some consulting rooms were in tatters, as though they had not been used in a long time.
Compared with the clean whiteness of the first floor, this place looked more dilapidated and real.
Stepping abruptly from the first floor onto the second gave people a sense of absurdity, as though they had walked straight out of a modern hospital into a decrepit old hospital left over from the eighties.
It could even make them start to wonder.
Was this actually a hospital that had long since been abandoned, with everything on the first floor nothing but a sham?
Amid such worries, the patients would feel increasingly oppressed.
This itself was one of the hospital's treatment methods. Everything on the second floor was deliberately arranged to create a psychological suggestion. The so-called special treatment had begun the moment the patients came upstairs!
At the end of these abandoned consulting rooms stood a black iron door bearing the words [Special Treatment Room].
Inside the treatment room.
A patient and a doctor sat facing each other.
The lighting was dim. A single pendant lamp hung overhead, its light casting a circle that was not particularly bright.
Within that circle stood eight stools.
At that moment, Square-Faced, a doctor