Until they reached the hospital, Saphen's fever had remained dangerously high, close to forty degrees, and he had nearly gone into shock. It was not until late afternoon that everything finally stabilized. Although his body was still very hot, at least he was no longer in such immediate danger.
Cain stayed by Saphen's hospital bed the entire time, never moving even an inch. His eyes were bloodshot, his whole body taut with tension. Compared to Saphen lying unconscious on the bed, he looked even more pained.
The nurse at the side could not help but speak softly, "The patient is no longer in critical condition. You should rest a little too. There's no need to worry so much."
Cain shook his head and said nothing.
He continued sitting there like that, his gaze fixed longingly on Saphen, almost unable to sense the passage of time.
It was not until he noticed Saphen's eyelashes tremble slightly that Cain nearly sprang to his feet at once, focusing intently and carefully on him.
