Chen Wan sat on the hard bed and stared at the ceiling.
Mildew spreads across the white ash coating. Chen Wan's eyes focused on the largest mold spot. That's not water damage. A dozen black beetles the size of fingernails were crowded together, their compound eyes flashing with a faint blue light, and their jointed limbs rubbed against each other, making a soft rustling sound.
This is the world as seen by the "eyes of truth".
The sound of rubber soles scraping against the terrazzo floor came from the corridor. Accompanied by the squeaking sound of metal wheels lacking lubricant, it stopped outside the door of Ward No. 1.
The viewing window on the iron door went dark. A face pressed against the glass.
Chen Wan looked away, placed his hands flat on his knees, and straightened his back.
