[Volume 1] Chapter 889: A Chinese Ghost Story shameless h version 6

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Yesterday I went to City Q to visit an injured friend who was hospitalized. After a long journey, it was already evening when I arrived at the hospital. The hall was empty, with very few people. There were only a few nurses-looking staff working behind the glass windows. I guess

This hospital is also carrying out some energy saving and emission reduction work. Only the light in the middle of the hall is turned on, and the surrounding area is dark.

However, this hall is very square and open, and the slightly dimmed one makes people feel particularly quiet. There are less people there, so the advantage is that the elevator is very convenient. It just showed that it was parked on the 6th floor, so I pressed the up button, and the elevator stopped without a pause.

, went straight down to the first floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, I frowned in disgust. It was fine that the hall was not bright, but the problem was that it was not bright in the elevator either!

Ordinary elevators have silver metal walls inside, with plenty of light. Even a small space will not make people feel depressed. However, this elevator is surrounded by frosted glass that can reflect people's shadows, and the light is distorted and mottled.

It has a dark and deep texture like crystal stone, and is covered with an old brown carpet. The patterns are all messed up, and it is dark. It cannot be seen that the hospital should be clean and tidy at all.

I hate it, but I still have to take the elevator. After riding for a long time, I am already exhausted. I can't climb the stairs to the eighth floor. I am the only one who wants to take the elevator, and there are no other passengers in the elevator.

There was only an elevator lady sitting next to the door. I couldn't see her face, I just saw her with her head hanging down, her long shawl hair blocking her face, and she was leaning sideways towards the elevator button.

I have never taken an elevator with an elevator lady, and I was a little surprised.

I entered the elevator, stood inside, and politely said to the elevator lady: Please, this is the eighth floor.

The elevator lady didn't even raise her head, she stretched out a white hand - her hand was really white, and accurately pressed the button for the eighth floor. I am a person who knows how to put myself in someone else's shoes, although I was a little dissatisfied with this lady's service.

attitude, but put yourself in her shoes - the work in the elevator is really torturous. The state of being overweight and weightless when going up and down is the most likely to make people dizzy.

If I were to stay in the elevator for a day, not to mention not raising my head or saying hello to people, it would be great if I could just sit and press the buttons. What’s even more commendable is that this lady has a specialization in the art, just like ordinary people learning to type.
Chapter completed!