Several weeks later.
The tranquil days always flew by so quickly.
These days had been filled with endless rain, but today, at long last, the sky cleared up.
At 9 in the morning, Wei Tianyang went out alone and arrived at Kongse's rudimentary hospital.
It was a white, three-story building, considerably smaller than the Pei Guode Hotel. The faded walls barely revealed that they were once green, and the interior lacked air conditioning, relying only on the thick curtains at the entrance.
The lobby was packed with a queue of people. Recently, many had caught colds, and coughs echoed around.
He followed the handrail up to the third floor, where he found Li Songyan's ward in a corridor reminiscent of a prison.
The door was open. Wei Tianyang walked into the room to find it crammed with six beds, such that the space between them didn't allow for one to walk through.