Odebiao held Zhang Xiaofei's wrist tightly, his face turned pale, and he stammered: "Xiao... Brother Xiaofei... This... What is this sound?"
"What are you afraid of? Brother is here." Zhang Xiaofei pretended to be calm and patted Odebiao on the shoulder, trying to reassure him, but in fact, he was also full of anxiety.
After all, fiction is fiction and reality is reality.
Rapid footsteps came from the corridor, accompanied by loud shouts: "All patients, return to the ward immediately! Repeat, all patients, return to the ward immediately!"
The door was pushed open violently, and Dr. Zhang stood at the door with a serious face, beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Zhang Xiaofei, Odebiao, come with me immediately!"
Zhang Xiaofei knew that now was not the time to explain, so he followed Dr. Zhang out of the ward obediently.
In the corridor, the originally sparse footsteps became denser, and various shouts and cries were mixed together, like an exploding pot.
