Chapter 43 The Fifth Cycle

1 p.m.

Having just had lunch, Director Zhang sat in his office, idly rocking his chair back and forth and, leaning his head against the backrest, stared at the pale ceiling above.

There was no trace of any burning marks to be seen at all.

Though The Fifth Hospital had fallen into disrepair, most areas were still kept very clean, and the walls were painted a pristine white.

Director Zhang looked very intently; in his white line of vision, the Player's Handbook was counting down the time.

...

The entire hospital was shrouded in a layer of misty black fog. Under the grey overcast sky, the surrounding abandoned shopping district told a tale of desolation, leaving the cold blue-and-white hospital as the only color in this area.

But under the gloomy sky, the building seemed to have also been covered with a layer of melancholy.

Ward No. 8.