The corridors of the hospital seemed endless, and the broadcast kept repeating the missing person announcement, a scene that made Gao Ming feel somewhat bewildered.
Someone got lost in the hospital?
The window on the door of ward 7003 reflected Gao Ming's own face; for a moment it seemed as if they saw each other, one separated by the transparent glass, the other by a cold mask.
As he pushed open the door to the ward, Gao Ming heard the rustling sound of a pen scratching against the wall. A young man with glasses stood by the wall, focused as if calculating something.
His body was thin, but his lower half was tied up with restraining straps, preventing him from moving too far from the bed.
Handcuffs encased his hands, rope was added around his neck, and his patient gown bore a blood-red danger sign.
