The hospital lobby on the first floor.
A rare crowd gathered, and at first glance, someone unaware might think there had been a major accident. However, upon squeezing in, it was clear it wasn't that kind of situation; it wasn't an uprising over medical issues, nor was it an emergency.
No corpses, no bloodstains, no fake mourning on the surface. Actually, it was chaotic opportunism, and no doctors were assaulted; in short, the reality was very different from what they had imagined.
In the space circled amidst the crowd was a young girl, both angry and anxious, loudly saying something to a group of hospital personnel facing her.
Behind the girl was a row of chairs leaning against the hospital wall. A pale-faced, vacant-eyed man sat there, shivering as if he were trembling.
Several medical staff surrounded him, hurriedly carrying out various checks, worried to death, fearing something might have gone wrong. But things seemed fine, just a fright; he himself had no major issues.
