Finding out that the hospital where Seward Howard was staying was the Capital's First Municipal Hospital, both of them changed their clothing, casually disguised themselves, put on masks and set off.
They were unhindered all the way, and arrived at the 18th floor VIP ward number 21 of the inpatient department. After knocking on the door, they gently pushed it open.
"Click——"
The white hospital room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant, which hanging in the air made it particularly pungent.
Although the room was large, it didn't have a single bit of warmth; it was icy cold, like one had fallen into an ice cellar.
The cold sounds of medical machinery echoed in the room, and the boy lying in the hospital bed appeared thin and frail because he had been tormented by disease for a long time.
He seemed to be over three years old, and due to his long-term hospitalization, his complexion was unhealthy, pale, and weak.
