Inside Jin City Central Hospital, several hours had passed since the surgery ended.
At the early hours of dawn, the hospital was enveloped in silence. In a special care room on the top floor of the inpatient department, the lights remained on.
Two bodyguards stood in the corridor, keeping an eye on the hallway.
In the room, Mu Lingchuan sat on the couch, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, unlit.
Xiaoxiao sat by the bed, her right arm draped over Zimo's shoulders, her left hand gently stroking Zimo's injured arm.
Zimo, who had just undergone surgery, was a bit weak. The anesthesia was starting to wear off, and the pain caused a thin layer of sweat to form on her forehead.
"It's lucky it didn't hit the bone. What would you have done then?"
Xiaoxiao picked up a towel from the table and gently wiped Zimo's forehead.
Enduring the pain, Zimo managed to squeeze out a comforting smile.
"It's fine, isn't it? Don't worry."
"I'll notify Xiaxia to come see you tomorrow morning."
