The hospital hadn't changed much since my last visit. Not that I expected it to, given the relatively short span of time I had been away.
The usual mix of people, some dealing with illnesses, others victims of accidents. It was a sad reminder of life's fragility. Just being here, in a place like this, felt like a luxury for those who have money—one that came with a hefty price tag.
"I'm here to see a patient," I informed the reception desk, providing Yae's full name.
I got the info from one of my employees that Yae had been relocated to a different room after waking up.
he staff at the front desk swiftly passed me the room number, and I headed straight for the second floor.
Navigating through the hospital corridors, I finally reached the far end and located Yae's room.
To my surprise, she wasn't alone; there were four people with her. Two adults, likely in their middle age, and two young girls, no older than twelve, were present.
