"Bang!"
A deep sound echoed straight away as Lao Feng's body fell onto the sickbed.
The hospital room was empty, and that sound immediately triggered an echo within the room.
Upon hearing the echo, Zhang Yang, who sat on another sickbed across the room, had his face change instantly.
His features twisted together in an instant, and his pale complexion became extremely unsightly in the blink of an eye.
In his eyes, there was an unmistakable color of fear that he couldn't hide.
To Zhang Yang, that echo was no different from the voice of death.
His body, at this moment, was trembling uncontrollably.
With his body trembling, his voice seemed to quiver as well.
"Lao... Lao Feng!" A trembling voice suddenly burst from Zhang Yang's mouth as he called out to Lao Feng.
However, the hospital room was eerily quiet; his call fell flat, adding nothing but another echo to the room.
