Night had fallen.
Zhao Yuan lay on the bed in the on-call room, continuing his study of *Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnosis* with the help of his Concentration Technique.
The others had either returned to their hotel to rest or were making do for the night in the on-call rooms and wards the hospital had arranged. It was unknown what the people back at the hotel were doing, but those who remained at the hospital had already fallen asleep.
Meanwhile, in the consultation room, Kawashima Haruhiro was still pacing anxiously, trying to figure out how to treat himself. In all his decades as a doctor, he had never encountered a situation like today's. He had tried every treatment method and every medicine available, but nothing had any effect.
He could hardly believe it was real.
