The hospital was just as Xiu remembered it; clean, quiet, and unbearable! As always it smelled like bleach and antiseptics. The good thing was that Xin Zimen had arranged everything in order which meant she didn't have to wait in the waiting room and bear through the sight of blood, cuts, bruises, casts, and arm slings.
In fact, the entrance they used to enter the hospital saved Xiu from a lot of trouble. They were directly brought to the examination room. Changing into the hospital gown, Xiu looked down at herself and felt her mood worsening for some reason. These loose clothes in boring colors really made one feel sicker than they were. In her opinion, hospitals always had such a depressing mood that it'd affect even the healthiest and cheeriest person in the world.
