The Dead Copy of the Hospital in the Mirror and the Counterattack of the Living Dead

When Lin Ye opened his eyes, there was a yellow chandelier above his head. There were two shriveled corpses of flying insects crawling in the lamp tube, and the halo of light cast shaky shadows on the peeling wall. There was a damp musty smell of wood in the air, mixed with a faint smell of blood. He sat up from an old-fashioned wooden bed, and the bedboard squeaked. What the hell kind of place?