The sterile white walls of the hospital corridor seemed to close in on Anjing as she rushed toward Yinlan's room. Her heart pounded in her chest, anxiety gnawing at her insides. The door to Yinlan's room stood ajar, and as Anjing cautiously pushed it open, her eyes widened in shock.
The once pristine hospital room now resembled a battlefield. Medical equipment lay strewn across the floor, the bed sheets tangled and torn. Anjing's breath hitched as she scanned the chaotic scene, searching desperately for any sign of Yinlan.
"Yinlan?" Anjing called out, her voice trembling. There was no response, only an eerie silence that hung in the air.
Her panic intensified, and she fumbled to retrieve her phone from her pocket. With shaky hands, she dialed her brother Liang Chen's number. Each passing second felt like an eternity as she waited for him to answer.
"Anjing, what's wrong?" Liang Chen's voice echoed through the phone.
