There seemed to be footsteps at the door. A group of people were walking in one direction. After a while, it was quiet. She opened the door and flashed out.

Just as she was closing the door, she caught a casual glimpse of the man lying on the ground and the bloodstains that were still expanding.

She gritted her teeth, tried to force herself to close the door, and then left, but the hand holding the doorknob could not make up her mind.

The door closed, and she stood behind the door, glanced at the man on the ground, then filled the room looking for the medicine box, and she...