The scorching sun blazed high above, and the cicadas, never tiring, kept up their shrill cries, stirring feelings of irritation.
Modu's premier private hospital.
A strong smell of disinfectant permeated the air, causing discomfort throughout one's body. The narrow hallway was dimly lit and eerily quiet, adding to the unease.
At this moment in the cramped corridor, Lu Tianxing and Mandala sat on a bench designated for those waiting, sitting quietly outside the intensive care unit.
Lu Tianxing had been silent for a long time, but finally grew impatient. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette to light up and alleviate the tension, but then he remember the words Bai Zhiqing had spoken to him a few days ago. Reluctantly, he put it back and sighed heavily, stood up, and began to pace, casting anxious glances at the ICU now and then.
