As expected.
After hitting three walls in a row, bumping into two doors, and being passed through by a ghost, Zheng Qing finally arrived alive at the large ward on the first floor.
The ward was very spacious, the room was octagonal, with a large bed in front of each wall. Pure white curtains fell from the ceiling, shielding these beds solidly.
The curtains were filled with talismans drawn with golden lines for noise reduction and dust expulsion, keeping the ward in a quiet and clean environment at all times.
Perhaps because it was already late, there was no human figure in the ward, only the small elves who were silently flapping their wings, skillfully shuttling between different curtains, delivering medicine and water to the patients with trays in their hands.
