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“It's fine, there are many photos in Mighty Falcon. Just talk to the nurses; they might have some,” suggested a member of former falcon.
He was curious as to why the nurses would have photos of the members.
“Just like you, they’re probably interested in them,” came the reply, laced with a hint of resignation. “Most of them are quite generous; if you ask to take a photo, they usually say yes. However, I’ve heard that Xin Yi is an exception and not easy to deal with. But there must be some candid shots; maybe even some from physical exams when people are underdressed.”
Song Bunan immediately snapped back to reality. He hid himself away, planning to repack half a bag of snacks he intended to eat tomorrow, and got out of bed to head towards the Nurse Station, hoping for a stroke of luck.
It was already night, and the corridor lights were dimmer than those in the patient rooms. The facilities around him appeared much older than those in the office area upstairs. The room where Song Bunan was located was towards the end of the corridor, flanked by doors on either side, with the nurse's station at the front and an elevator directly across from it. According to the nurse, all the operating rooms were on the floor below, conveniently separated from the injured.
His wound throbbed faintly, and Song Bunan felt that something was off. Before stepping out, he had checked the time; it was barely nine in the evening. Last night at this time, the outside had been bustling with voices and activity. But now, there were no signs of life; not even the doors beside him were ajar, and no light shone from within. Moreover, this place’s layout resembled that tunnel he had been in before, including the lights on the ceiling.
A sense of crisis made him halt his steps. He decided it would be better to return to his room and wait for the nurse to do her rounds before asking any questions. As he turned to go back, he heard footsteps behind him—soft and hurried—pausing about a meter away as if waiting for him to turn around.
Song Bunan glanced back cautiously and caught a glimpse of a frail woman in a Patient Gown. Her long hair was neatly tied back, and she held a slender silver object in her hand—a scalpel. He took a deep breath, feigning ignorance as he quickened his pace towards the nurse's station.
His injury was on his side; any sudden movement could reopen it. Most of the patients here were members of Mighty Falcon, and confronting her directly would only make things worse. It was better to try his luck at the nurse's station.
The corridor wasn’t long; it became brighter as he moved forward. The footsteps behind him quickened as he sped up, likely because she was also jogging now. Given her apparent injury, she shouldn’t have been able to keep up with him unless she was running too. As he reached a corner, he suddenly accelerated, pressing himself against the wall while placing his snack bag on the ground just beside a broom that lay nearby.
The woman did not appear but waited on the other side. When Song Bunan reached the nurse's station, he found it empty; only a computer screen emitted a faint glow.
This felt wrong. He furrowed his brow and began to think about how he had ended up in this situation. Xin Yi had left just at dusk when the sun took away the last light from the room; it was Xin Yi who had turned on the lights for him. After that, he hadn’t moved much—just lay in bed replying to messages. For several minutes, he had felt drowsy; even his phone screen seemed distorted before his eyes. But upon reading his friends' messages, he had woken up and sat up to grab something while hearing birds chirping outside…
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