The private institution, Xieji Hospital, on Tonghua Road Middle Street had changed hands again.
This hospital covered an area of about 500 square metres, with a total of three buildings. The run-down building near the entrance was the main wing, with six storeys and a gravel-styled path which was popular in the 1990s. Behind it were two five-storey buildings. The one on the right was the remodelled internal medicine inpatient department and the brand new pink building to its left was the surgical department.
Huang Xun adjusted his glasses and walked into the hospital. He scanned the entire first floor with haughty eyes.
Dilapidated building, poor lighting, too dark.
However, it suited me. Presumably this hospital also had many stories to discover.
He walked to the registration office. An old nurse was lazily flipping through something.
“Which floor is the dean’s office on?” He proudly showed his reporter’s pass.
The old nurse looked up at him. “On the fifth floor, take a left turn out from the elevator.”
He nodded and walked towards the elevator.
The nurse muttered behind his back. “Why are you interviewing the dean when the hospital is already sold? How redundant.”
The elevator was probably still the old one which was repaired several years ago. A layer of green paint was slathered on the exterior, with a small part peeled off and exposing the silver metal inside. The buttons were not in optimal condition either. After having too many people pressing them, the transparent protective plastic had been broken and sunken toward the centre. Huang Xun had to hit the button with vigour several times before it finally displayed the up button. At least the screen display still appeared to be relatively intact.
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When talking, the scholar-like man had a serious expression, which made him appear unapproachable.
“This elevator still has this problem. Though we pressed a lower floor, it would still first go up to the 6th floor, hahaha,” the one with the wide-rimmed glasses said with a smile.
“Ever since that guy took this elevator to find your brother, it developed this problem,” the scholar-like one replied in a solemn tone.
Huang Xun casted a strange glance at the two men behind him from the corner of his eye. The conversation was a little odd.
“That guy only knows how to mess around!” the other man complained with an obvious tinge of dissatisfaction in his tone.
“Mess around? You’re the one who messed around the most.” The reflection of the scholar in the elevator showed him giving a sharp look at the wide-brimmed glasses next to him. “How dare you lie to me again in 315A?! How dare you try to pull off those impossible stunts again?!”
“Haha!” The man with the wide-rimmed glasses smiled and clapped his hands, shocking Huang Xun. Fortunately, he was always steadier in composure and managed to maintain his demeanour in front of them.
“That was because I suddenly remembered a very important thing.” The tone of the man with wide-rimmed glasses suddenly became serious. “I have always felt that something was very contradictory.”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember what the time on the tape recorder was when we switched it on? January 20, 2002, 03:03:00.”
“Mn, and?”
“Do the maths. Liu Qunfang went missing around June 2001. After that, they investigated the laboratory for about two months. Yan Yang himself said that the last two tapes were recorded on August 24, 2001…”
“The time is wrong?”
“That’s the problem. Look, who would’ve moved that tape recorder in 2002? Moreover, according to how everything ended, that recorder should have been left in that room together with the last tape. Who was the one who put the first tape into the recorder and put it back in the box?”
“You mean to say… after Liu Qin’s incident ended, there was someone who put everything back and waited for our arrival?”
Was it Lu Xiaoyun, or Yan Yang?
Or were the two of them together?
But one of them was someone who became ‘it’, and the other was someone who could never return to the hospital. How was it possible for either of them to accomplish this?
Unless…
“Ding!”
The elevator opened with a ding.
Huang Xun snapped his head up and cursed inwardly. When he entered the elevator, he was immediately immersed in the conversation between the two men. Not only did he forget to press his floor, he even followed them up to the 6th floor.
How embarrassing!
He could only puff out his chest and walk out as if nothing had happened.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw two people leaning against the window in the distance, as if they were looking at something.
The strange thing was that these two figures seemed a little familiar.
At this moment, one of them turned his head and glanced this way!
That person was wearing a pair of old-fashioned wide-rimmed glasses. He had an exaggerated smile on his face, and he vaguely heard him asking the scholar-like man beside him, “So then, what are we now?”
This was—
Huang Xun’s heart missed a beat. He quickly spun around and looked behind him.
There was no one behind.
Those two young men who were standing there chatting seemed as if they had never existed.
The author has something to say: This is an open ending, and everyone can use their imaginations freely… The open ending is suspected of pleasing the audience, but I think this is the ending that best fits the tone of the full text. There is a hint of hope in the darkness. If you look at this ending with a sense of optimism and hope, then the world in this ending is bright.
Ah what an ending…. I think leaving it open-ended like this is quite suitable for the whole story
What a journey this was and thank you sm for translating this!!!!
Yup. I like this type of ending for this kind of story. It seems the hospital will be their own world. Somehow it sounds like has happy ending but I still hope one day they will meet YY & LX around there….. it will make their small world at the hospital more cheerful and fun 😌. Thanks translator for the awesome and fun story ~
But…but… i wanted them to get out of the hospital and kiss… ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°)