Jun Wuyang, in a fit of anger, slammed the door behind him and left; he didn't stay in the hospital any longer.
Having changed into a different set of clothes, Jun Wuyang wore a black mask as he exited the inpatient department.
Although his itchiness had stopped an hour ago, the bloody and fuzzy marks from his previous scratching were still there.
He really wasn't in any state to meet people now.
Jun Wuyang walked through the corridors of the inpatient department and had just reached the hospital lobby when he saw an ambulance parked at the entrance.
A few doctors and nurses were hurrying a patient down from the ambulance and into the hospital.
A young man was also following by their side, helping transport the patient inside.
Jun Wuyang glanced over indifferently and withdrew his gaze, not paying much attention. He was about to continue on his way when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
