The third floor was different from both the first and second floors.
The first floor was brand-new, so excessively white that it felt unreal.
The second floor was exaggeratedly decrepit.
The third floor looked like any ordinary hospital Jiang Chen had seen. The tiles and walls bore traces of age, but overall, it was fairly clean. The smell of disinfectant filled the air, though it was not too strong.
For a moment, Jiang Chen almost felt as though this were an old neighborhood hospital, much like the one Old Zhang had taken him to when he had a fever as a child.
Little by little, he could not help letting down his guard somewhat.
But this realization also set Jiang Chen thinking.
"The first floor is dazzlingly white, without a trace of dirt, with nothing but beauty. It represents illusion."
"The second floor is full of decay, with obvious bloodstains on the ground and rust-covered door handles. It represents bloody, cruel reality."
"But both are too deliberate, making people feel a sense of absurdity and unreality."
"Only on reaching the third floor does it seem like you've stepped into actual reality."
"After all, a normal hospital wouldn't be as meticulously clean as the first floor, nor as dilapidated and filthy as the second."
"After experiencing those two floors, arriving here would instinctively make people lower their guard, feeling as though they were getting farther and farther away from those bizarre treatments, illnesses, and doctors."
"Little would they know that they had already reached the highest floor accessible to patients, sinking deeper and deeper..."
Jiang Chen murmured to himself, a chill rising involuntarily in his heart.
There really was something sinister about this Hospital Ward. Everything within it subjected people to psychological suggestion at every moment. Just when you thought you