Silently, fear crept in, particularly at this moment when the man with the shovel appeared out of nowhere, even Beichuan Si felt—
utterly bored.
He had walked all this way, seeing nothing but some sick wards and scenes shrouded in dark corridors, but to Beichuan Si, who had experienced countless similar scenes, this was nothing at all.
Occasionally, the glass observation windows of the wards would suddenly reveal the pale smiling face of a mental patient.
Such a smile, if seen late at night, would probably startle someone, but Beichuan Si didn't care in the slightest.
After all, a smile is a symbol of health.
