Two o'clock in the morning.
In Renkang Hospital in the Western Suburbs, on the ninth floor of the inpatient department, the third intensive care room was enveloped in silence.
After several hours of "surgery," Han Yu had finally emerged from danger and was now resting in a VIP private room.
Outside the room, two burly bodyguards in black stood guard.
"Wang Wu, I'm going to the toilet. Keep an eye out here, and call me if anything happens."
At that moment, a bodyguard with a beard yawned and spoke to his colleague.
The bodyguard named Wang Wu was also fighting off sleep as he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, and switch with me when you're done."
"Sure."
The bearded bodyguard stretched and walked towards the bathroom at the far end of the corridor.
In fact, there was a private bathroom in the room, and they could have used it in an emergency, but they had been there for over two hours and indeed felt tired.
