Li Wan Private Hospital's main color palette was white. It was the most eye-catching and the most unique building in the small town. As they pulled open the rusted iron door, they saw a darkened corridor, littered with yellowed patient's list. If they picked up any single one, they would see that the patients had mostly died from untreatable diseases and infections from the epidemic.
The glass windows creaked in the wind even though there should not have been a draft blowing underground. The doors of the rooms were all left open like the dead patients had all returned to this place and would come out at any moment.
There were striations that looked like nail marks left on the doors, and an unknown plant climbed all over the walls. The ceiling was peeling at places, which exposed patterns on the cement that looked suspiciously like human faces.
