Lin Qian's mother, Liu Ying, walked back to the ward in a daze.
By then, her son had already fallen asleep.
The patient clothes, which used to fit perfectly, now seemed incredibly loose. Compared to the sleeves of the patient clothes, Lin Qian's arms had become as thin as dry twigs.
Just a few days ago, the patient in the neighboring bed had died. Even if the ghoul couldn't enter the ward, it could still kill patients. At that time, the entire bed was covered in blood.
In this hospital, there was no such thing as a critical condition notice. Often, family members of the patients would abruptly face the death of their loved ones.
Ghouls are that terrifying. Even the Paranormal Doctors couldn't kill them; they could only try to extend the patients' lives as much as possible. As for the ghouls that were the source of the curse, they could only be barely kept at bay.
"My son…" Liu Ying, gazing at her son who had passed out, had her eyes brimming with tears.
