Meanwhile.
In a room in the deepest part of the eighth floor.
Inside the pitch-black, dim room, an IV stand leaned crookedly against a yellowed wall. A few bottles of glucose solution were scattered on the floor, and the heavy smell of disinfectant mixed with a foul, fishy stench stagnated in the ward.
The space, less than twenty square meters, was in such disarray it looked as though a riot had broken out.
A large group of patient Fierce Ghosts in blue-striped hospital gowns were gathered together, their expressions frantic.
The room was packed with Fierce Ghosts!
There were even Fierce Ghosts standing on the hospital bed; there wasn't a single open spot to set one's foot.
The crowd of Fierce Ghosts packed the room to the brim!
WHOOSH—
Just then, a breeze slipped through the crack of a window that hadn't been shut properly.
A pale-faced patient Fierce Ghost quickly shut it.
It was as if they were terrified that the commotion here would be discovered.
