In the hospital room, the woman with the blood transfusion bag in her hand slowly opened her eyes. Her head faced the glass, making her movements clearly visible.
Philip Shaw stepped briskly to the glass wall, his fingers pressed tightly against it, staring intently at the woman's actions in the room, seemingly holding his breath as well. Despite his calm face, he couldn't hide his nervousness.
Aldana Candi's pupils weakly opened, with no focus in her eyes. She stared into space for a moment and then closed her eyes again.
Her heartbeat gradually stabilized, and her tightly closed eyes bore a hint of tranquility.
Philip Shaw slowly withdrew his gaze. He rested his forehead against the glass wall, his open palm clenched into a fist, and let out a long breath.
This extreme expression of tension was something Vivianne Lindsay had never seen before. A Buddhist proverb suddenly appeared in her mind:
