A limited-edition, high-spec "Santerlan" car pulled into the hospital parking lot, smoothly reversing into a parking space.
A diligent hospital parking lot security guard on the night shift approached to collect parking fees. When he reached the car door and looked inside, he found no one in the vehicle that had just parked.
The night guard patted the top of his head, which had gone bald from working so many night shifts,
"OMG, am I seeing a ghost?"
At the entrance of the inpatient department, Alfred, in a blue suit, removed his gloves as he walked in.
The ward was on the first floor, and Alfred quickly arrived at the door.
He took a deep breath. His right hand's fingers tapped rapidly on the back of his left hand, hoping to calm his emotions as quickly as possible.
At this moment, the ward's door was opened from inside.
Standing in front of Alfred was a pale-faced Karen, with the upper half of the patient gown soaked with blood.
