Library

In the dim corridor, the white clothes that should have been flawless were now covered with bloody scabs and piled up in the corridor. The only two yellow lights left in the forty-meter-long corridor were flashing from time to time. The smell of disinfectant contained a putrid stench and filled the air. In the corridor, Lan Xin, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at the door of Medical Department No. 403 In front of her with horror. Besides. . . . . . In one minute, the door will open again. It's over, it's over, how should we run? ? Lan Xin now regrets following the other two travelers. No, she shouldn't have listened to him in the first place...