For reasons unknown, Miao Ke'er's body began to tremble at that moment. She wasn't sure why her chest was in intense pain, as if she had forgotten something important that she should never forget.
At this time, Xiao Qiang was standing on the seventeenth floor roof of the hospital, his gaze sweeping coldly across Yun City First Hospital.
The hospital spanned a hundred thousand meters, buzzing with people everywhere; there were patients, but even more were their families.
Xiao Qiang shook his head, the place was filled with a dark energy, undoubtedly concentrating the most sorrowful aura in the world. Especially in Building Thirteen, where the serious illness ward was, black energy was surging, and the sound of crying rang out continuously.
It's not only ordinary people, even those practicing the true Tao were unable to escape the cycle of life and death, a helpless predicament indeed.
