She was about to speak, decisively and succinctly, when Ji Qing's phone call interrupted her.

It's too late now.

But she knew dragging it out was definitely not the best solution.

Fu Yan sighed, and Ji Qing glanced at her. She immediately understood, "It's indeed difficult to refuse such a man."

After a while, Fu Yan got up and went to the restroom.

At this time, the entire corridor was silent. The restroom was at the far end of the corridor on the other side, quite a distance from the nurses' station, and as you walked towards it, the wards were almost empty.

As soon as Fu Yan's right foot stepped into the bathroom, her mind uncontrollably recalled a scene from a horror movie she had seen before......

The subject of the film happens to be a hospital.

She took a deep breath, her gaze falling on the closed stall in the restroom. The image in her mind became even clearer—a pitch-black head crawling out from under the stall door.

The right foot that was extended retracted.

She pursed her lips tightly, her expression growing increasingly ugly. She clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to curse.

Actually, she had somewhat forgotten the film's visuals before. It was when Huo Mingzheng saved her from a knife wound and hospitalized her that time. He reminded her once, and the memories deep in her mind were brought to light.

This has left her unable to even blink, terrified that if she opens her eyes, she might see something horrifying.

Suddenly, she heard steady footsteps behind her.

Someone has arrived.

She let out a sigh of relief, but from the mirror on the sink she saw clearly who had come.

The man's hair was cut very short, his features even more sharp and intense. He wore a dark gray scarf around his neck.

The hand hanging at her side clenched into a fist.

He.

Aren't you coming back?

Huo Mingzheng inadvertently made eye contact with her, his gaze falling on her right foot that she was about to extend. The corridor of the empty hospital was deserted, a glint flashed in his eyes.

He calmly retracted his gaze, walking toward the men's restroom while taking out his phone to make a call.

I don't know who he was talking to on the phone, he was speaking French. Because the men's restroom door wasn't closed, I could hear him from inside.

After the sound, the once eerie and desolate corridor no longer felt so strange.

Fu Yan's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed. She retracted her right foot and stepped into the cubicle quickly.

When she left, Huo Mingzheng's call was still ongoing. He tilted his head, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

Fu Yan leaned against the wall, drying her hands. She turned to go back to the hospital corridor, but Huo Mingzheng hung up his phone and turned around at the same time. His long legs took long strides, blocking her path.

She paused, taking a step to the right. Huo Mingzheng seemed to remember something and also stepped to the right, pulling out a piece of paper from the box to wipe his hands.

Fu Yan wrinkled her brow and silently took a step to the left.

Who knew Huo Mingzheng took out a tissue, then walked one step to the left, slowly wiped his hand, and threw the tissue into the trash can on the left.

Everything was logical and flawless, leaving Fu Yan unable to tell if it was intentional or not.

She stood still, waiting for him to leave first.

Huo Mingzheng stood tall, his broad back resembling a towering mountain. His usually cool voice now held a hint of suppressed emotion.

"Isn't it scary? Let's go first."

(Editor in charge：graphic novels)