The special ward where Chumo was treated was located in the corner of the medical center building. There were no guards to be seen around the premises, but the ward had a thick reinforced door as its first entry point, followed by many steel bar doors.
If Emery didn't know any better, he would definitely think that they were walking into prison instead of a medical ward.
"You are lucky to come at the right time. They are pretty tame around this hour of the day."
Even though he knew the man's words meant to assure him, they didn't make Emery calm at all. Instead, he became even more anxious because those words slightly revealed Chumo's current condition.
It had been so many years, but from those words, it seemed like the poison still hadn't been taken care of, that they were still as aggressive as before.
