September 5, 2121.
In the wee hours.
This is a city hundreds of kilometers away from Qingcheng.
Downtown Hospital.
The night deep and silent.
The corridors of the hospital faintly reeked of the pungent smell of disinfectant.
It was the season when respiratory viruses were rampant. Timely disinfection and being well-protected were very important.
Along the narrow corridor, the lighting was dim, flickering on and off.
"Didn't they tell the logistics department to fix this damn light a few days ago? It's been several days, and it's still not done. How the hell are they not fired with that kind of efficiency?"
A middle-aged security guard patrolled the hospital corridors at night, flashlight in hand.
Muttering under his breath.
Hiss—
Suddenly.
A slight chill brushed against the guard's back.
It seemed like a strange draft had swept over him from behind.
For a moment, it gave him the eerie impression that a woman had stealthily touched him from behind.
