The hospital is still operating, and at night, you can still see the brightly lit rooms.

Qin Tan went inside.

Incandescent bulbs flickered overhead, and the pungent smell of disinfectant filled my lungs.

Memories that I thought were buried are all coming back to life.

She remembered that when she woke up that day, alarms were blaring throughout the hospital.

There were many people running around outside, and some family members and patients were wailing that someone had died.

It seems to be a terrorist attack.

She was lying in bed with many tubes inserted into her body. Because she hadn't moved for a year, her muscles had atrophied, and she even had difficulty raising her hand.

Her mind had just restarted, and she responded very weakly to the shouts from outside.

The only thing she could think of was her parents.

She remembered her own car accident and the terrible state of her parents, which made her concerned about their well-being.

The room was empty, with no trace of any relatives who had visited.

Aside from those instruments, there was only himself.

Amid the noise outside, her hospital room seemed abandoned.

After she struggled to her feet, she saw her medical records.

It recorded the date of my hospitalization, the cause of my illness, and the dates of subsequent examinations.

She suddenly realized.

She was in a coma for a year after the car accident.

When she finally managed to walk out, her legs gave way and she had to lean against the wall, she saw a scene of patients, doctors, and nurses fleeing in the hospital corridor.

It seems like several murderers have come to the hospital and are slitting throats and bleeding people everywhere.

All she could do was try to avoid the chaos, find a phone, and dial her parents' number.

No one answered.

Actually, she realized the problem at that time.

But she still held onto hope.

She ran into a freight elevator with the fleeing crowd.

The moment the elevator doors closed, she saw a blood-soaked, monstrous man laughing maniacally walking towards her from the other side of the corridor.