There are still many good people in the world

The sound of neat footsteps rang in the hallway of Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center at half-past four in the morning.

In the O-type ward, echoes overlapped each other, and it sounded like how the stomach would churn when a person suffered from diarrhea. One wave followed by another. Before one wave settled, another came, as both waves stacked together, the difficulty to distinguish between the two doubled...

The patients and their families living in the ward who were in deep sleep were alright, but those who were light sleepers were awakened, and they could not help but tremble. 

"This is a new building, right? Could it be that some souls who cannot rest in peace have returned?"

"I haven't heard of anyone dying here."

"You must be joking. This is a hospital. How can a hospital not suffer from any deaths before?"

Two patients in a room whispered. A courageous family member stood up. "Let me see who's trying to be funny here."