Qingjian City Divine Management Bureau Affiliated Hospital.
Top Floor Special Care Ward.
The smell of disinfectant in the air was so strong it was almost pungent, with the rhythmic ticking of instruments as the only background sound.
Lin Kang half-reclined on the elevated hospital bed, his face still pale from excessive blood loss, lips chapped, yet his eyes had regained their usual calmness and sharpness.
The ward was crowded with people, making it feel a bit cramped.
Qu Zhe, Li Hu, and others from the third squad gathered at the foot of the bed, each face showing signs of relief and concern after surviving a disaster.
Duan Ling stood by the bedside, carefully tucking in Lin Kang's blanket corners.
Director Wu Yu and Grandmaster Chen Wenshan stood side by side a little further back, the former with a grave expression, the latter with his arms crossed, graying eyebrows slightly furrowed, gaze as sharp as lightning.
The door silently swung open.
