Hospitals had always been chaotic; accidents and emergencies, wide entrance with glass sliding doors, ambulances lined up outside, patients being wheeled inside on trollies by the paramedics.
But the private wards of hospitals like First City Hospital had always been serene. The air filled with a perfumed scent and plush comfortable seats. Each and everyplace spotless and dustless. Even the nurses move in an unhurried manner to make rounds from room to room.
However, tonight this private ward wasn't as peaceful as it used to be. There was a strange pressure in the air and every person seemed to be on the edge.
Inside one of those private OR rooms laid Xu Mey with IV drips attached to her veins. Her face looked pale and sallow. She looked frail as if lost her vitality in a few hours. A team of doctors had been trying to stop the bleeding.
While the private ward could make a person suffocate due to pressure, the condition outside the OR was even worse.
