The anxious voice sounded worried that something would happen to Wen Ying, but in reality, it was just scared the delicious food would be gone forever.
Wen Ying pulled her hand back. "What kind of patient is in there, exactly?"
The child who had spoken fell silent again, hesitating as if wanting to say more but holding back.
The conflict was palpable, like someone tossing and turning in bed.
Wen Ying reached out to knock again. "She'll eat you!"
The child seemed to speak with a mix of displeasure and anger, then huffed and turned to leave.
Just as Wen Ying was about to knock again, the door made a creaking sound.
The door opened just a crack, but no one appeared behind it. Still, the door was undeniably open.
"Are you today's caregiver, miss?"
A soft, sweet voice reached Wen Ying's ears, but she couldn't see the person who spoke.
The room was stark and empty. A single patient bed was shoved into a corner, and the entire space felt desolate.
