The red light outside the operating room on the third floor of Sacred Heart Hospital had turned green, signaling the complete end of this life-and-death struggle.
Outside in the corridor, Mei Sheng's footsteps echoed without pause, accompanied from time to time by the sound of conversation, as though she were on the phone with someone.
Having finally recovered from his intense tension, Wang Kun, his freshly disinfected neck wound wrapped in gauze, stared at the sleeping man on the operating table and clicked his tongue in amazement.
Ever since he had been summoned by a phone call, Wang Kun had been busy running around as Ji Li's attending physician, but in truth, he had not managed to resolve the problem effectively.
Instead, at the most perilous moment, Ji Li's injuries had healed on their own.
If he had not known perfectly well that his manager could not use Sin Objects, he would have thought there was a fourth person here, helping in secret.
"Now that's a real monster..."
Wang Kun stared at Ji Li, who was sleeping peacefully. It was difficult for him to imagine that someone incapable of using Sin Objects could survive all the way through such a tangled, dangerous, and perilous environment.
He could not help imagining what sort of fate—and what heights—he would reach if he were in Ji Li's position.
Just as his mind wandered, a low, hoarse voice suddenly jolted him awake.
Ji Li, on the operating table, had opened his eyes at some point. This was Wang Kun's first time meeting his gaze from such close range.
Those red, black, and gray pupils were entwined yet clearly distinct. They possessed an indescribable sense of mystery amid their strangeness. When those profound eyes looked at someone, it was easy to fall into them and