Tang Zheng's eyes fluttered open, focusing slowly on Yi An. The room was quiet except for the distant murmur of voices in the hallway. "No need," Tang Zheng replied, his voice steady despite the dull ache in his head. "I'll handle my travels quietly."
Yi An nodded, the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air as he took a step closer. "Alright, sir. I'll respect your wishes. Is there anything else you need before I go?"
Tang Zheng inhaled deeply, the sterile smell of the hospital filling his senses. "Just some peace," he said, closing his eyes again. "And Yi An, make sure everything is ready for when I leave. No mistakes."
"Of course, sir. Everything will be prepared," Yi An assured him, his voice soft but firm.
As Yi An left the room, Tang Zheng let out a slow breath, the sound almost lost in the quiet of the hospital room.
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