"Bind his hands," Ling Xuan instructed without emotion.
Two soldiers stepped forward and secured the man's wrists despite his protests that he would not resist, and when they moved toward the woman he flinched but did not struggle.
"She cannot fight," he said desperately. "She cannot even stand."
"She can still bite," Ling Xuan replied flatly.
Chris watched the exchange without interfering and his gaze lingered briefly on Ling Xuan's profile, as if trying to decipher the invisible battle happening behind her eyes.
"Take them to the isolation wing," Ling Xuan continued. "Seal the corridor and have medical staff ready, but no one approaches without protective gear."
The soldiers nodded and carefully lifted the woman onto a stretcher while the man walked beside them with bound hands, his eyes darting around the fortress with a mixture of awe and disbelief, as if he had not expected salvation to look like towering walls and armed guards.
