Everyone slowly walked down from the fourth floor of the hospital.
Their footsteps were brisk but not noisy. The bloody smell after the battle still remained in the corridor, but for the awakened, these smells were nothing.
Compared with the dullness and depression in the building, the world outside the hospital seemed particularly quiet.
When they stepped out of the door, it was not completely noon yet.
It had been just over an hour since they entered this hospital.
Chen Wei was originally chatting and laughing with Liang Zihan but suddenly frowned, his eyes swept across the crowd, and he stopped immediately.
"Wait a minute," he said in a slightly depressed tone, "Why does it seem like there is one person missing?"
Everyone turned their heads.
"Who?" Liang Zihan asked subconsciously.
Chen Wei stared at the end of the team with a complicated look in his eyes and said slowly, "Where is the white-haired man?"
The air suddenly stagnated for a few seconds.
