Old Dunling, Black Mountain Hospital.
This hospital hidden within the steel jungle continues its unceasing operation even in the dead of night. Like the Perpetual Motion Pump beneath it, since the Death Row project began, all departments of the Purification Mechanism have been running at full speed, coordinating with one another, preparing for the coming disaster.
Abigail pushed open the door of the operating room, removed her gloves and mask, and walked to the window, breathing in the cold, piercing moisture.
Surgery is exceedingly exhausting; your mind needs to focus intensely for extended periods. It significantly drains your mental and physical energy. Even a workaholic like Abigail, after performing a complex surgery, just wants to find a place to rest.
Her gaze fell into the dark rain curtain; she had seen this city countless times before, yet often felt a strange sense of aversion.
She hated Old Dunling.
