"That's settled then." Zhang Ruobing made the decision. "Immediately transfer her to the isolation observation room. No one is allowed to visit her without my order!"

"yes!"

At Zhang Ruobing's command, two medics stepped forward and forcibly took Bai Wei, who was still screaming and struggling, away.

The farce has temporarily come to an end.

Su Tang stood still, looking in the direction Bai Wei was taken away, her eyes calm and unwavering.

...

The conditions in the isolation observation room are many times better than those in the solitary confinement room.

The room wasn't big, with only a bed and a table, but the walls were painted snow-white, the windows were spotless, and there was a faint smell of Lysol in the air, which made you feel at ease.

Sunlight streamed through the iron-barred windows, casting bright, square patches of light on the clean cement floor. There were no gloomy corners, no dim light, and certainly no hissing sounds that might come from under the bed.

For someone who has just experienced extreme fear, this place is simply paradise.

Bai Wei awoke in complete silence.

The sedative's effects had worn off, and the hazy, fuzzy feeling in her head, as if covered by a thick layer of cotton, was slowly fading. She slowly opened her eyes, and what came into view was a blindingly white ceiling.

Where is this...?

She rolled her eyes blankly, like a rusty robot, sluggishly surveying the unfamiliar room. The familiar smell of disinfectant in the air made her realize that she was in the infirmary.

She... was quarantined.

This realization, like a key, instantly unlocked the floodgates of memory. Everything that happened before she lost consciousness surged into her brain like a raging tide.

That pale, swollen face, pressed against the glass, belonged to Wang Xiaoya…

Instructor Zhang Ruobing's chilling questioning...

And Su An's damn expressionless face, those calm and unwavering eyes, sent chills down her spine!

"ah!"

Bai Wei let out a suppressed gasp uncontrollably, jerking up abruptly from the bed. Her body's instincts outpaced her thoughts, and she instinctively shrank into the corner. She grabbed the white sheet covering her and wrapped herself up tightly from head to toe, as if only in this way could she gain a pitiful sense of security.

She was breathing heavily, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, making her ribs ache.

However, a minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

The ghostly figures and terrifying sounds that I had anticipated did not appear.

The room was eerily quiet, with only her own heavy, bellows-like breathing and the occasional training chants carried away by the wind from outside the window.

The warm sunlight shone gently on her body, which was wrapped in a blanket. The warmth seeped through the thin fabric, dispelling some of the chill that had seeped into her bones. Her reason, like a fish struggling desperately on the beach after the tide has receded, began to falter and slowly regain its pulse.

Why……

Why is there nothing here?

Where is that "thing"? Where is Wang Xiaoya's "ghost"?