Harry Quinn looked at the empty scene and was stunned for a while. She tilted her head, as if she thought it was quite interesting, so she smiled.

As the corners of his mouth curled up, this intellectual beauty full of scholarly temperament seemed to suddenly become crazy.

She turned the handle of the window door and pulled the window open...

To be honest, under this situation, it is a particularly stupid behavior to open the window without authorization. Who knows what the white thing outside is? If it is a vacuum, or something hidden, or something outside of cognition, in short, it is too irresponsible to just open the window like this.

However, Harry Quinn did not seem to have this sense of crisis. The window was to be opened anyway, so she not only opened the window, but also stretched out her head with a little curiosity.

There is no wind or temperature. Although it is visible, it seems that the source of light cannot be found, and it is a space with "nothing".

"Yo roar~" Harry shouted softly, relaxing the vocal cords that had been silent for many years.

Her voice came into the white space and was instantly submerged... without a trace.

Quinn pouted, as if she thought it was meaningless, so she turned around and walked to the door of the ward.

It was surprising that this seemingly weak girl seemed to have a body stronger than those strong men. In such a short time, she actually recovered her ability to control her muscles.

During this period, she hummed a cheerful nursery rhyme and jumped around, looking like a heartless crazy girl. However, when she opened the door, she seemed to turn her body intentionally or unintentionally, cleverly using the door to cover her body...

The door was just open... After a few seconds, Harry Quinn stuck his head out like a funny performance.

Outside the door is a transverse corridor, with walls on one side and several wards side by side on the other. At the end of the corridor, you can see a staircase leading to the bottom.

"Yo roar~" Quinn shouted softly in her special but tempting voice. Seeing that there was no response, she "cough cough", coughed twice, and came to the corridor. At this time, she was already carrying an iron stick that she got from somewhere... Well, at some moment just now, she removed the infusion stent.

In this way, this beautiful little girl who didn't know what she was thinking... Well, in fact, she was almost thirty years old... Anyway, she just walked down the stairs carelessly.

It is not difficult to see that this is a very simple building with only two floors above and below. The upper floor is some wards, and the lower floor is... some small rooms like infirmary.

The doors of these rooms were open. Harry Quinn walked along the way, accidentally glanced at all the rooms with his own eyes. It seemed that just one glance could tell whether there were places in those rooms where people could hide.

Soon, she arrived at the only closed door on the first floor. The door sign read "Doctor's Office"... It was a little painted.

Harry Quinn straightened his body, sorted out his hair that was dyed into two colors in a very good manner, and then knocked on the door.

Well, this behavior seemed very polite...it would be even better if she didn't carry that big iron stick.

......

After a few seconds, there was no response.

Harry Quinn tilted her head...Along the way, she was sure that in this weird little hospital, the only place where she could stay, so she gently laid her ears on the door, wanting to hear if there was any movement inside.

Immediately afterwards... she opened her mouth wide with a confused look on her face.

Because, she vaguely heard the door...screws of snoring.

"this......"

Miss Quinn's movements were stiff, which made her feel very difficult. Although she had just woken up, she could still notice that the atmosphere in this hospital was very strange, floating in the void without any anger. If a zombie monster suddenly rushed out of a small disposal room, then Harry Quinn would never be surprised, and would also smash the other party's head very friendly... If that thing had a head.

But...this snoring sound is too inconsistent.

Miss Quinn stood at the door with a hesitation look on her face, but in the end she pushed open the door run by the doctor.

As the door was pushed open, such a scene appeared in front of her.

A messy table, a ashtray made of paper boxes, a pile of cigarette butts, an old computer from the late 20th century, the kind with a big head, was useless for a long time, with a layer of dust on it, some paper pages were thrown all over the floor, and there were densely written words that were not recognized at all. All of this made the room, which was not big, look even more dirty... and behind the table, there was a person lying.

The man's sloppyness was simply integrated with the surrounding environment. He was wearing a wrinkled white coat, with a messy hair like a chicken coop, and a middle-aged kidney deficiency. At this moment, he was standing on the desk with two feet without image, leaning on the back of the sofa like paralysis, his hands naturally hang on both sides, and under one of his hands, a black notebook falling to the ground was also clasped.

And the melodious and gentle snoring was naturally made by this decadent man, and there was only one more retractable snot bubble.

Harry Quinn was also a medical staff member. During his work or internship, he had seen countless doctors... But this was the first time she had seen this person who was so decadent. It was as if she had thrown this person into the wandering circle now, and he could fit perfectly in an instant, even though he was still wearing a white coat...

Miss Quinn stood at the door, staring at the scene blankly, and was stunned for a few seconds. Then... she sighed helplessly, then carried the iron stick and took a few steps forward.

"Bang!"

He threw a stick on the desk that was not much different from the garbage dump.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ziliang woke up with a shock. He was muttering some messy sleeps in a daze. He looked around with a confused look on his face, and then realized that he was still lying in the doctor's office.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his eyes with dark circles and looked at the woman in front of him with a strong figure and weird makeup.

"Oh...you...you wake up."

He wiped the drool that flowed out of the corner of his mouth and said.
Chapter completed!