At the door, two men were always guarding He Jing, eliminating any chance she might have had to run.
He Jing's eyes darted about before she closed them and soon her breathing became even.
The two men at the door stood watch for a moment, and seeing that she seemed to have fallen asleep with no further movement, they turned and went out to the corridor to smoke.
After all, this was the fourth floor of the hospital; as long as they watched that door, there shouldn't be any major issues.
Little did the two men expect that He Jing would seek help from a nurse—
"Please, help me. I'm being held by a gang of bad guys. Could you please make a call to my friend for me?"
In the hospital room, He Jing grasped the hand of the nurse who had come to change her IV, pleading earnestly.
The nurse was a bit frightened, "You mean those two men in the corridor?"
"Yes, them!" He Jing pleaded desperately.
To the nurse, she was nothing more than a pitiful young woman.
