章節 1509: 677 Dragged into Hell_1

Out of sudden, Deonte Basil was startled awake.

Shaking his somewhat dizzy head, he felt utterly helpless.

Today was the coronation of the new King, and all his colleagues were at the Church of the Holy Ruins to witness this momentous event firsthand. It should have been a thrilling experience.

Only him, he was left to guard a prisoner at the hospital, a prisoner who was a terminal patient at the end of his life, lying on a hospital bed receiving treatment every day.

Deonte Basil was bored to the brink of insanity.

Why is he the only one who is so unfortunate to be stuck with this task.

He took a glance through the glass window of the door to the patient's room. A blanket was covering the patient's head; the person was probably still sleeping.

The patient rarely stayed awake for long throughout the day, so it might be better for him to sleep when he could, considering that being awake was only suffering.