As evening fell, the last rays of the setting sun filtered through a crack in the curtains, spilling into the hospital room.
Dean Yuan's hospital room was finally quiet.
The constant stream of people during the day—doctors on their rounds, nurses administering IVs, and family visiting—had given him a headache.
Now, at last, it was silent, save for the steady BEEP BEEP of the medical instruments.
After a whole day of turmoil—endless tests, dressing changes, and IV drips—the old man was utterly exhausted.
He lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed.
His breathing was slow, but steady.
The ECG monitor beside the bed displayed normal readings, proof that his condition had stabilized.
Song Qingya kept watch by the bedside, her hands folded in her lap.
She stared intently at the changing numbers on the monitor.
Only after confirming that all his vitals were within a safe range did she finally let out a sigh of relief.
