Wen Sheng woke up the next morning.
The peculiar smell of hospital disinfectant filled her nostrils, evoking memories buried deep in her mind.
Her mind blanked out for a moment.
She quickly noticed Fu Yanlin sitting in front of the sofa, looking weary.
Fu Yanlin had changed into a new set of clothes - black casual trousers, a white T-shirt, simple yet clean. The weather outside was excellent, and the early summer sun reflected off the window glass, casting a dazzling ray on him.
In front of him was a laptop computer and a cup of Starbucks Americano. He was engrossed in writing a dense array of formulas and English letters on a piece of paper.
The hospital room was private, with a small reception area and quite spacious.
Wen Sheng looked at the paper bracelet on her wrist, which read "acute gastroenteritis."
