His eyelid twitched abruptly when he glanced at the name on the medical record, Lin Jiajing. He had been following Yao Zibao recently and knew that Yao Zibao would sometimes write these three characters on a blank sheet of paper during his evening studies, unintentionally.
As thoughts swirled in his mind, his eyes, which had been looking up in silence, had since entering the ward been able to detect some different movements from Lin Jiajing.
As if to confirm his thoughts, Yao Ziye approached the bedside and, without any warning, took hold of one of Lin Jiajing's wrists.
Startled, Lin Jiajing trembled down to her fingertips.
The female doctor, seeing this, quickly reassured her, "This is an expert we've called in to take your pulse."
Lin Jiajing quickly bowed her head, her hand almost reaching up to steady the heartbeat in her chest. The fingers touching her wrist seemed to have a grasp on her lifeline, from which she couldn't break free, powerless to even think.
