C178 Awakening

It was already deep into the night.

Needles could be heard in the long and narrow corridors of the hospital. The snow-white lights reflected off the pale green walls, making the paint and dust no longer obvious. It was as clean as a dream.

Fang Xinying pushed Zhao Yilin out of the room and closed the door.

"It's late, I can go by myself." Zhao Yilin turned to look at her