After bidding farewell to three patients in succession, Lu Li subconsciously thought that the eighth day, which had just begun, was about to end.
The silent mist lingering on the windows and in the corridor eased his worries.
Click—
The nurse's form, a dark yellow silhouette, appeared from Room 208. She glanced indifferently at Lu Li standing at Room 207 and walked toward the other side.
Lu Li watched her stop at the end of the corridor, push open the door, and step into the unknown Room 213.
After a brief hesitation, Lu Li followed behind the nurse, halting beside the girl in the wheelchair.
Yet from this angle, he couldn't glimpse Room 213's corner, and Lu Li couldn't approach Room 213 for fear of being caught by the emerging nurse.
"Do you know the patient in Room 213?" Lu Li asked the wheelchair girl.
She picked up her sketchpad, held a pen as if to write something but didn't remove the cap, only shook her head.
