After a few seconds, a blood-soaked face reappeared outside the door, her mouth full of blood, resembling a cannibal from a Western horror movie.
I glanced at the time; Chen Qinghan had just left ten minutes ago and wouldn't have reached the hospital yet.
The hospital room door was hit again, and Wang Datou was visibly struggling. The person outside had incredible strength; with each hit, the bed and cabinet, along with Wang Datou, shifted slightly inward. If this continued, the door panel would be knocked off.
"Help, help—" Wang Datou shouted loudly for help.
The 'cameraman' squatted beside him, helping him brace the cabinet; I couldn't assist them at the moment.
A minute later, just as cracks appeared in the door panel and it seemed impossible to hold on, a sound came from outside the corridor. The voice was calm, with a rising tone, 'Hey,' like an old friend greeting you. Then a flash of fire appeared outside the door, instantly engulfing the person who was hitting the door.
