"Let's go back. I want to lie down for a bit."
"Alright, let me help you up."
With Manna's assistance, Karen returned to the inpatient building. As they approached the ward, the head nurse called out,
"Manna, can you come here and take this plasma to the operating room? They're short-staffed right now."
"Go ahead, I can get myself back to the room," Karen said.
"Alright."
Karen stood at the entrance of the room, taking a deep breath.
For some reason, he felt that the disinfectant smell inside the room was much stronger than outside.
However,
as Karen was just about to step into the room,
he suddenly heard a rustling sound,
"My money... my money... my money... my money..."
Karen froze in place.
This feeling made him think back to when he first heard Mr. Mozam whimpering from the basement of his house.
"My money... my money... my money..."
The voice continued.
