Zhang Han rushed to the street and pushed away a pair of sisters, but he was hit by an out-of-control car and fell into a pool of blood. Before his consciousness dissipated, he saw a girl in white rushing towards him and crying. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a strange ward with neon lights flashing. There was a medical record card on the bedside, and another person's name was written in the name column. There were whispers from outside the door - someone was calculating how much his life was worth. He clutched the sheets tightly. The night was dark outside the window, and this city was a bit more indescribably colder than the N city in his memory.
