Li Xianyu ran to the second floor, looking left and right as tears rolled down his face. When he rushed to the second floor, the burning sensation in his spiritual eye subsided. There was only an unconscious Wang Xue lying in the corridor.
"Gone? But why isn't there a remaining aura of resentment?" Li Xianyu first helped Wang Xue up, and leaned her carefully against the wall. He then searched around in his wallet and pulled out a dim national emblem.
He placed the national emblem in Wang Xue's pocket and murmured, "The glory of socialism will protect you."
He pushed through the hallway, exploring the wards one by one. It was empty and dilapidated, and the spiritual eye was unresponsive. He found no trace of resentment. This was very unscientific.
