The chaos in the side room showed no sign of abating.
Medical Staff and servant woke up one after another, but it was as if they were puppets on strings, deaf to any sound. They were solely preoccupied with the task at hand.
Medical Staff fanned himself with a wooden fan while facing the gurgling medicine pot.
The servant bustled about, refilling Cui Yun's half-drunk cup of tea, then went over to the couch to look, though his eyes were dull and lifeless. Finally, he came to the side of Medical Staff.
"He hasn't woken up yet."
Medical Staff preparing the medicine remained silent.
Getting no response, the servant didn't care, and just continued the cycle of refilling the tea, repeating his previous actions before going to the couch again.
The two on the couch were locked in a desperate entanglement of passion, utterly oblivious to the outside world.
"He hasn't woken up yet."
The servant returned to Medical Staff's side again.
