Very...quiet.
Yang Jian had been waiting in Wang Xiaoming's office for a while, from the beginning when there were weird noises around, now it seemed as if everything had quieted down.
It seemed as if every sound had disappeared.
The whole world was silent, without a hint of noise.
This wasn't good news.
Yang Jian stood up, peering through the glass window down at the lower floors.
The entire building was shrouded in dimness, like an abandoned construction site devoid of life for a long time, as if there were no other living person apart from himself.
Moreover, the visibility around was poor.
The vicinity was enveloped by a dark, bluish haze; one couldn't see far, and even the tall buildings on the opposite street were barely discernible as vague silhouettes.
It was as if this hospital building was the only remaining existence in this world.
Yang Jian's face bore a contemplative look, with a hint of hesitation.
But the hesitation didn't last long.
