Neither Dead Nor Alive

Three months later. The cold winter had passed. Now everything came back to life, and the spring flowers bloomed. It was the best season of the year. New York, in a luxurious private hospital. At the entrance of the hospital, the door was heavily guarded. Without the approval of the superiors, even a fly couldn’t enter the building. Nick Black got out of the car, passed through security, walked in and entered the elevator, and went straight to the high-end ward on the eighth floor. Standing in the elevator, he watched the numbers on the elevator rise. In a few seconds, the elevator had the eighth floor. He stood in the elevator, took a deep breath, tidied his neat suit, and then stepped out. He walked out of the elevator, turned right, and walked to the end of a corridor. Next to it was a luxury suite. Room number 8. Looking at the thick, heavy door, he stood still and took a deep breath. He waited for a few seconds before slowly raising his hand and knocking on the door. He waited for