Ding!
The chime came from the elevator’s door that opened at the same time, revealing a man in a simple folded-sleeved shirt, the one he was always wearing, and silver thin-rimmed glasses. His disheveled hair did not look like it had seen a comb often, though today it looked more ruffled than usual, most likely due to an urgent business forcing him to rush outside.
Joke left the elevator, his eyes glanced left and right, taking a look around an unfamiliar place that he had visited for the first time. In front of him was a long corridor, lined with brown doors that all looked the same with numbers above them. It was clear that this place was a “hospital”.
He lightly sighed, then headed straight toward room number 715 which was on his right side. Seeing the patient’s nameplate in front of the room, “Mr. Artit”, he let out a soft sigh before knocking a few times on the door.
It did not take long for someone to open it.
“Oh. You’re here already?”