At the hospital.
The hallways were the same as compared to the rest of the hospital. The floor was slate gray while the walls were colored white. Above, the ceiling was made of those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame with the smell of disinfectant and sadness all around. Standing outside the room, Xia Ming swayed left and right, her hands clenched into a tight fist and her eyes red. She was barely stopping herself from crying.
It had only been an hour but for Xia Ming, it felt like several hours had gone by. Her hands gripped her phone tightly; not knowing what to do. She wanted to call her uncle or her Brother Xian and wanted to ask for some help but something inside her stopped her from doing that. Her mind remained blank while her eyes remained glued to the hospital door. Inside, the doctors were treating Rong Yixuan while Su Yanruo was missing.
