Hospital's seventeenth floor, VIP ward.
Mo Nanjue had hired several senior caretakers because he was worried about potential sequelae, so Tong Ran hadn't been discharged and was resting quietly here.
The room was faintly scented with jasmine and a humidifier was running. Although it was somewhat chilly outside, inside it remained as warm as spring.
Despite this, the woman lying on the bed still had her eyes tightly closed, long lashes casting a shadow across her face which had grown even paler, making her resemble a porcelain doll, seemingly ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
As soon as Mo Nanjue stepped off the elevator, the men in black guarding the door to the ward opened it: "Young Master, you have arrived."
"How is she?"
"Miss Tong still hasn't woken up today. She called out twice, but there was little response, and she hasn't eaten anything till now. We've followed Young Master An's instructions and administered a nutrient solution to Miss Tong," they reported.
