That night Lee Tae Yang couldn't fall asleep.
Even after going back to the resting room and getting a bath, he couldn't ward off the ominous feeling lingering in his mind.
There is no way a patient in a vegetative state could talk, out of the blue.
Hao Ren glanced at his friend who is sitting in front of the food with a gloomy face. On the other hand, Chi Yan has already started gobbling up his food.
"Are you still thinking about that patient?" Hao Ren couldn't help but ask.
"Do you think that a patient in a vegetative state could talk a few words and go back to the unconscious state?" Lee Tae Yang suddenly replied with a question, breaking his silence.
"Why are you thinking over and over about that incident? That patient is safe."
"No. It's..." Lee Tae Yang hesitated for a moment before recalling the incident, "I thought the patient was a teenager boy, but it turns out to be a girl."
