The fire door on the third floor was half-open, with intense flames pouring out of the door, burning down along the spilled oil on the stairs.
Xu Shuo patted the flames that had leapt onto him and stepped forward to pull open the half-open fire door, only to be greeted the next moment by an axe dripping with blood—
"Bang!"
The fire door was forcefully slammed shut, the axe chopping heavily into it, making a deafening sound.
The fire doors in this hospital were not of poor quality, so there was no horrifying scene of the door being chopped through. Instead, the immense force caused the door frame to shake violently, as if it were about to fall down.
After closing the door, Xu Shuo turned his head to look. He was looking at the stairs going from the third to the fourth floor, at the pitch-black corner where the nurse was sitting, staring at him with a sinister smile.
This smile was somewhat strange, more like the recklessness that comes with being driven to madness.