There is such a group of people on the fourth floor, the critical care floor of the hospital.
They are like zombies, waiting for death to come every day.
The intensive care floor is full of intensive care units. The patients here live together.
Everyone, including doctors and nurses, has a bracelet. The patient's bracelet is divided into yellow, orange, and red depending on the severity of the condition.
Each person has a three-digit number. The first digit is the floor, and the second and third digits are the order of the condition. The smaller the number, the more serious the condition.
There are only two destinies for people here.
Either die or wait to die.
People are pushed out here every day and people are sent in.
It's just that those who were pushed out never came back, and those who were sent in never left.
In this irradiated world, no one except the hospital can think of a second safe zone.
Jiang Xun has been hospitalized since he was 7 years old.
He always had a private room to himself.
Until a death-loving thing moves in.
He said he wanted to see the world outside the hospital.
"It's not that simple."
"But this is unscientific!"
"Science? You're teaching science to an irradiated world?"
"Haha, our existence is not scientific at all..."
[Updated every day during winter vacation, I will ask for leave if something happens]
[Will be updated weekly when school starts]
[Thanks for supporting me, a poor primary school student]
Intention: "We are numbered 1901, and we will meet again." - Love can transcend everything.