Yang Cheng held Cheng Qiyue as they passed through the grass, the gravel and dry branches beneath their feet cracking sharply, instantly making her heart leap.
The main building of the hospital is a six-story structure, its exterior walls covered in withered vines, as if gripped tightly by countless dry hands. Due to the passage of time, the window glass is already shattered, and the hollow windows stare coldly at visitors like empty eyes.
Pushing open the half-open door, the rusty door emitted an ear-piercing creak, followed by a damp and moldy smell rushing forth.
The abandoned hospital lobby was a mess with overturned registration tables, scattered debris, overturned chairs, and large areas of unidentified stains on the ground, long dried and blackened.
Cheng Qiyue shuddered involuntarily and whispered, "Yang Cheng, put me down."
