Below the characters "Fang Wushang," there was a tiny slot. Ye Qiu removed the badge pinned to his chest and swiped it across the slot. After a slight electronic beep, the door opened.
As soon as he stepped inside, Ye Qiu was enveloped by a refreshing floral fragrance. The room was adorned with many flowers unrelated to winter. There was a curtain hung inside the ward, and Ye Qiu slowly walked towards it.
Please let her wake up here—. Holding the curtain fabric, he prayed for a miracle to happen. Then he drew back the drapery.
A state-of-the-art full-care hospital bed. It was just like the one Ye Qiu had used before; even the mattress material was the same. The white sheets reflected the sunlight, emitting a faint glow. And in the center of the bed was—her, sleeping.
At first, when he visited her, Ye Qiu had such a thought: would she dislike being seen by him without consciousness? But these worries soon dissipated; she was simply too beautiful.
