The pale golden morning sun streamed through the glass window, spilling across the spotless white tiles and bathing the entire hospital room in a golden glow.
On the bed in the center of the room, the Ninth Seat's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes.
He stared at the ceiling for several seconds, then turned his head to one side. By the glass window, a figure stood silently watching the view outside, his shadow stretched long across the floor.
The Ninth Seat let out a long sigh.
"Why are you still here?"
By the window, Shen Qingzhu turned around and thought for a moment.
"Oh, I came back to get you to reimburse my medical bills."
"..."
The Ninth Seat glanced at the exquisite fruit basket by his bedside. "Do you need to bring gifts to get medical expenses reimbursed?"
"The supermarket downstairs was having a sale, so I bought some while I was there."
"What discount?"
"One percent off."
The Ninth Seat's mouth twitched slightly.
"The Whisperer is dead, and the believers are gone. You've regained your freedom. Why aren't you catching up with your brothers instead of standing around here?" the Ninth Seat asked helplessly.
Shen Qingzhu glanced at him. "I was afraid you'd die."
"..." The Ninth Seat could not help saying, "If I could move right now, I'd definitely go down there and beat you up."
"I'm serious." Shen Qingzhu turned to the sunlight outside the window and spoke calmly. "What I hate most is seeing important people sacrifice themselves..."
He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes dimmed slightly.
The Ninth Seat froze. "So I count as someone important to you?"
Shen Qingzhu's mouth twitched as he silently turned his back on him. "I never said that."
The Ninth Seat watched