Mental institution.
Gu Shaozhi had already made prior arrangements, and as soon as the group led by Wanxia entered the main gate, an attendant guided them upstairs.
The room Qiu Zheng stayed in was on the top floor.
This is a mental institution, not an ordinary hospital; the higher the floor, the worse the severity of the patients' conditions.
Patients' daily meals, activities, and schedules are all arranged by nurses and doctors, with closed wards having heavy iron doors.
The corridor was filled with sounds—some sang the national anthem, some laughed loudly, and others cried heart-wrenchingly, insisting they weren't crazy...
It was unbearably noisy.
Qin Zhenzhen had never been to such a place before. Though usually courageous, she was still a young woman in her mid-twenties. A chill crept up her spine, making her feel quite unsettled.
She couldn't help but move closer to the man beside her.
