The cold wind howled.
The wind, carrying dust and sand, swept through the dense cluster of buildings, letting out a low, mournful whine.
The warmth indoors was cut off from the cold outside, forming a stark contrast.
Dragon An First Unit General Hospital.
Standing before the transparent glass, Lin An silently watched the man inside the ward.
He was like a sculpture. No one knew how long Lin An had been watching him.
Lying on the hospital bed as if asleep, Chu An breathed steadily, but the brainwave monitor beside him was as still as a dead sea, without the slightest ripple.
"How long has this situation lasted?"
His gaze shifted back from the ward.
Lin An softly asked the doctor beside him.
It had already been three days. From the first moment he saw Chu An until now, Chu An had remained in this state.
Even though Lin An already knew the answer, even though he had tested it countless times in his own way,
this time, Lin An still could not help asking the base's doctors, just like an ordinary person.
As soon as he finished speaking,
the large group of doctors and hospital directors who had cautiously followed behind Lin An immediately became terrified and respectfully spoke with extreme care.
"Lord Lin An."
"Lord Chu An has been in this condition for quite some time."
"Ever since Army Commander Zhang Tie brought him here, he has remained in a state of slumber."
"More precisely, hibernation. All of Lord Chu An's bodily functions have dropped to their lowest levels, and his brain activity has also stabilized. It seems to be some kind of self-repair—"
"Tell me the truth."
Before the large group—arguably the most elite medical team in all three provinces of Wangjiang—could offer their tactful explanation,
Lin