In the intensive care unit's duty room, Dr. Karim was still on his shift. He had to stay there until eight the next morning before his replacement arrived.
He and Kevin Qiao sat before the surveillance monitors. The feed from Liang Qichao's ward still displayed nothing but static and distortion.
When the screen flickered and the image finally cleared, Dr. Karim immediately sat up. "Dr. Qiao, Mr. Xia has stepped out. I'm certain of it!"
Kevin leaned over for a look and saw that he was right. He quickly excused himself and hurried out into the hall to meet the man.
Back in the duty room, Dr. Karim muttered to himself, "Mysterious Eastern magic..."
"Mr. Xia!" Kevin greeted him as he approached. "How is Mr. Liang?"
"He's already asleep. His injuries feel relatively stable for now, so transferring him tomorrow shouldn't be an issue," Xia Ruofei replied. "Dr. Qiao, if there's nothing else, I'll be heading back. You've worked hard these past two days—go get some rest early!"
