Patient 013 Xu Huo
His arms and legs felt restrained. Something had bound his limbs and torso tightly together, leaving him no room to move.
"Doctor Tang, his eyelids moved. Has the sedative worn off already?" A familiar woman's voice echoed through the narrow space.
"The patient has been injected with sedatives so often that his body has developed some resistance to the medication." Another man spoke, the scratch of a pen moving across paper audible as he did. "I've made a note of it. If he wakes up and still can't calm down, give him another shot."
"Understood, Doctor Tang." The woman's voice moved a little farther away, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing.
Only one person's footsteps remained in the room. The woman came back, her voice close by. "It's such a shame. He's so handsome."
Xu Huo opened his eyes.
The woman jumped in surprise. She quickly stepped back, smoothed her disheveled hair, and her arm passed over the name embroidered on her nurse's uniform: "Yu Qingqing." Then she picked up a syringe from the instrument table.
Xu Huo didn't move. He quickly scanned the room, his gaze pausing when it landed on "Seventeenth Hospital," engraved on a piece of medical equipment nearby.
Yu Qingqing held up the syringe and watched him. After a moment, she set it down and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"My body hurts a little." Xu Huo's throat was dry.
Yu Qingqing looked as if that was only to be expected. "You were smashing things all over the hospital earlier. Of course you're going to hurt."
"Can you untie me?" Xu Huo asked.
Yu Qingqing glanced at the time. "Maybe in a little while, when the other nurses get here to help."
After saying this, she sat down