Zhang Yang circled around the operating room again and again, yet still couldn't find any other entrances or exits.
This is impossible, according to the bloodstains left on the scene, they must have left not long ago.
In other words, it is impossible for someone to just vanish out of thin air from the operating room.
Cheng Yue held Zhang Yang's hand tightly, nervously observing everywhere around.
Unfortunately, this place really looks no different from an ordinary operating room.
There seemed to be no other exits, but just then, Zhang Yang's gaze suddenly fixed on the operating table in the center.
For some reason, Zhang Yang had a nagging feeling that something was off about this operating table.
"Sister Yue, do you see anything wrong with this operating table?" Zhang Yang asked.
After all, as a gynecologist, Zhang Yang had few chances to enter an operating room.
