"Should we go in?" Dog's face was written all over with resistance, believing it shouldn't have spoken up earlier.
"Why do the patients who can't be cured in the other three wards have to enter here? Where does this tunnel lead to?"
Gao Ming took out the map left by Mr. Question, which didn't detail the interior layout of the gastroenterology department, though Mr. Question had drawn a small house at the gastroenterology section.
"This map is drawn like one by a kindergartener." Dog bit onto Gao Ming's clothes, "Don't be rash, this place looks seriously off."
"Do you think the small house could mean home? Could it be that Situ An's home is hidden deep within this intestine?" Gao Ming stretched out his hand to touch the flesh wall; it didn't feel slimy. He attempted to walk inside.
"Would anyone build their home in such a dirty place?" Dog hung its head low, forcefully suppressing the discomfort in its heart, following behind Gao Ming.
"Intestine... tunnel..."
