Silence.
Long silence.
Under the glaring lights, the spine of the outer hall was like it had been snapped.
Bit by bit, it bent down.
After a long while, the sound of wailing responded.
Thus, the Wood Cottage nodded happily, waved to the rear. A black-market doctor, who had been waiting a while, clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned to leave.
A wasted trip, bad luck!
Only when the hand finally left his head did the outer hall finally catch its breath.
It was like being plunged into the deep sea, enduring a long suffocation.
Greedily breathing every bit of air, tears and snot uncontrollably streamed down.
Wailing loudly.
"Good, good child."
The Wood Cottage reached out to untie his restraints, squatted in front of him, smiled and took his hand, giving it a squeeze: "From today onwards, let's be best friends."
"Mm." The outer hall nodded blankly, like a walking corpse.
