Outside Li Lingling's hospital room.
Knock, knock, knock—
The staff knocked three times, but got no response, so they opened the door with a creak.
Nan Zhubin saw Li Lingling lying sideways, her back facing him.
A familiar silhouette, but unlike before, she emitted a gray and muddy aura as if soaked by a flood.
The sounds of knocking, the door opening resounded, yet Li Lingling showed no reaction, as if her senses were blocking out the outside world.
"Xiao Li, a team of psychological aid experts from Beidu is here," the staff said to Li Lingling, "They wish to speak with you."
They introduced the current situation and what would happen shortly. This statement oddly had a hint of a consulting assistant's tone.
Li Lingling offered no response and didn't budge.
The staff sighed and said to Nan Zhubin, "It's okay, we'll move in front of her; we might have to speak to her a few times before she reacts..."
