He entered the room and swept his gaze over everyone, his heart sinking further.
He walked to Tang Hao's bedside, concern in his voice.
"Dad."
Tang Hao wanted nothing to do with Tang San. He merely clutched his lower back with a dark expression, his brow furrowed deeply.
The wound in his lower back still throbbed, and the feeling of having his kidney hollowed out sent chills through his entire body.
Tang San wanted to say more, but Tang Hao turned his head away, making it clear that he did not want to hear him speak.
Rebuffed, Tang San's expression soured, but his pupils abruptly contracted when he saw the spot Tang Hao was clutching!
He turned toward Flender, urgency in his voice.
"Dean, what on earth happened?"
Flender lay in bed, his chest hurting so badly that even speaking was a struggle. His words came in broken gasps.
"I don't know either... I had a nightmare last night, and when I woke up, I was like this..."
Tang San's brow tightened further, and his unease grew stronger.
An eerie silence filled the room, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe.
Tang San suddenly remembered what those shadowy figures had said last night.
"Did you really think those were all dreams?"
That voice pierced his ears like a needle, and cold sweat broke out across his back again.
He spun around and scanned the room, an indescribable fear rising inside him.
What on earth was going on?
Flender lay in bed, taking several ragged breaths before turning his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang and Tang Hao.
"Xiao Gang! Your Excellency Haotian, have either of you heard of anything like this?"
Yu Xiaogang lay in bed, the pain from the wound on his left leg draining the color from his face.