She had used too much force just now, yanking the doorknob right off.
Inside, it was dimly lit, yet the scene gave her a fright.
In the room, single beds were densely arranged, and in such a small space, there were at least ten.
On each bed lay a person, trapped and connected to various tubes.
Jhiang Yuan let out a cry, more out of horror than anything else.
The people inside did not react at all.
If it wasn't for those tubes, she would have thought she had encountered corpses.
Curiosity led her to step forward, gingerly, as if afraid of disturbing something.
"Sister, Sister Zuo—"
The person closest to the edge was Sister Zuo, who had been previously beaten and was now barely clinging to life.
Upon hearing the call, she faintly opened her eyes, only to glance and then close them again.
What situation was this, why did these people seem to have no energy at all?
Knowing the situation was bad, why wouldn't everyone scream for help?