"When is he going to wake up?"
"Soon. He's responding well to the treatment."
Wenzhi didn't like the alert spike that immediately jolted through his system. The voices were familiar, Doctor Ruixin and Chenxi, but they had his survival instincts screaming.
Every muscle in his body coiled tight, ready to spring, his mind instinctively tracking the room for the nearest heavy object he could weaponize to protect himself.
As his senses cleared, the rhythmic, light beep of a monitor reached his ears. He forced his eyes open.
He was lying in a small, cramped room. The setup made it glaringly obvious that the medical equipment and IV stands hadn't originally belonged here; they had been hauled in and assembled in a frantic hurry.
Right in the doorway stood Chenxi, his dark hair thoroughly ruffled as if he had just dragged himself out of a deeply exhausted sleep. Doctor Ruixin stood directly beside the mattress, adjusting a fluid line.
