The Silent Ward Chapter 2

At noon.

Our ward was filled with the savory aroma of braised pork ribs and radishes.

The ribs were stewed until they were fall-off-the-bone tender.

As I ate, tears fell into my bowl.

I lifted the bowl higher to hide my face.

"Slow down, there's plenty more. I brought the whole crockpot."

I waited until my eyes were dry before putting down the bowl.

In the end, I didn't have a second serving.

In my memories, whenever I refused to eat as a child, my mom would make rib soup for me.

The radishes she picked were always so sweet.

Since she passed away, I hadn't tasted that flavor again.

But today, Martha’s cooking brought that long-lost taste back to me.

Martha refused to take the two hundred dollars.

So, I ordered a lot of fruit on Uber Eats and left it in the ward for everyone to share.

Our room was known as the "Death Ward."

All three of us had terminal bone cancer.

Martha, who was massaging Bill’s legs, suddenly sighed.

"Honey, you should ask to switch rooms."

I was confused.

"That bed of yours... it's bad luck. The last one..."

I understood.

The last person in that bed didn't make it out of the hospital.

Rumor had it she was a successful career woman in her early thirties.

I shook my head. "I don't believe in that stuff."

Actually, there were VIP suites available, and the doctor had recommended them.

But I went to look.

Everything was nice, but the single room was too lonely.

I felt that a shared room like this was better.

I could listen to people chat during the day.

It felt more alive.

After guarding an empty mansion alone for three years, I was truly sick of solitude.

I craved the noise of life.