I swallowed my saliva, didn't have time to think too much, and rushed to the front of bed number two to try to snatch the baby from her arms.

But what I didn't expect was that although the woman in bed number two appeared fragile, she was exceptionally strong. It took all my strength to wrest the child away from her.

At the moment I snatched the baby, the woman in bed number two's nails instantly lengthened, deeply embedding into my flesh. Ignoring the pain, I quickly took the baby and left the ward.

The woman in bed number two screamed mournfully, her voice almost piercing my skull. She chased after me as I ran, but the moment I left the ward, she stopped in her tracks.

She seemed... to have a great fear of what was outside the door.

Trembling, she continued to scream, yet she dared not take a step outside.

Ignoring the woman, I quickly placed the baby on the floor of the neighboring Room 001, then swiftly closed the door.

After closing the door, the pain in my arm instantly struck me. I looked at the pierced flesh and endured the pain as I rested outside the door for a moment before reopening the door to Room 302.

Upon opening the door, I found the room unusually silent. The woman from bed number two, who had just gone mad, was now quietly sitting on the bed holding something in her hands.

Curious, I looked over and discovered she was cradling the skeleton of a baby, softly singing a lullaby!

Sensing my gaze, the woman from bed number two slowly raised her head, giving me an eerie smile.

I saw her almost grinning from ear to ear and couldn't help but shudder. But in the next moment, her expression returned to normal, and she wore a gentle smile, soothing the skeleton in her arms...

I felt something was not right.

Where did that tiny skeleton come from? Didn't I put her child in Room 001?

Listening to her soft humming, my mind involuntarily grew confused.

I collapsed to the side, panting heavily.

My head felt heavy, and I checked the time, realizing nearly four hours had passed.

Thankfully time passed quickly... I thought, unable to resist coughing several times.

"Little nurse, what's wrong with you?" the woman from bed number one asked.

Rule number ten: Answer any questions from people in the ward, except those involving personal information.

Before my brain could react, my mouth answered uncontrollably, "I'm feeling dizzy..."

What's going on? Although I knew I had to answer, I also knew it shouldn't be this uncontrolled response.

The soft humming continued, and it seemed like I understood something.

"A twisted man

Walked a twisted path

Holding twisted sixpence

To buy a crooked cat

The cat caught a crooked mouse

They lived in a crooked house"

I took out a tissue from my pocket to plug my ears, then firmly pressed my hand on the wound to try to clear my mind...

I didn't understand why they were doing this, but I knew I absolutely couldn't reveal my personal information.

"How old are you?" the woman from bed number one asked again.

This time, I understood completely - she was trying to get my personal information.

I covered my mouth tightly with my hand, refusing to respond.

"Then what's your name?" she continued asking when I didn't reply.

I shook my head, crouched down, buried my head in my knees, and avoided looking at them.

Seeing my strong unwillingness to answer, the humming gradually faded.

I sighed, settled against the wall, and rested.

Nothing happened in the next half-hour; the three women sat straight on the bed as if without fatigue.

The ward was so quiet, as if no one was there.

Until the light on the door turned red...

I had been leaning against the door, and when the warning light turned red, my heart thumped heavily.

Rule number six: When the warning light turns red, quickly escape to the maternity room and close the door. Only return to the ward once the light in the maternity room turns green.

As soon as the light turned red, the three women in the ward started to scream. They struggled, as if bound by something to the bed.

At the same time, the door to the ward was pushed open by a gust of wind.