"Impossible! I saw him get pierced through the chest by a Xenomorph! There was no way he could have survived those injuries!" He Xing Luo was extraordinarily agitated. "And there was another special forces member! A piano smashed his body apart—he died too! Everyone died!!!"
The medical staff continued trying to persuade her. "You suffered severe injuries and haven't fully recovered. Some fragments of your memories may differ from what actually happened. You may even be having delusions or hallucinations. What you need to do now is calm down, rest properly, recover as soon as possible, and not let the dead have sacrificed themselves in vain."
He Xing Luo burst into tears, on the verge of a complete emotional breakdown.
Even Huangfu Miaomiao felt sorry for her as she watched her cry. She gently tugged at Feng Ling's sleeve, but Feng Ling showed no reaction and did not offer a single word of comfort.
The nurse swiftly gave He Xing Luo an injection of sedative. He Xing Luo finally calmed down and drifted into a dazed sleep.
With an apologetic expression, the Doctor explained to Feng Ling, "We had no choice. If we let her keep struggling, her freshly stitched wounds would split open."
The corners of Feng Ling's lips lifted into a perfectly polite smile. "I understand. You can get back to work. I'll go see the other injured team members."
The Doctor said, "The special forces member's injuries weren't serious. He returned to his room after being bandaged. After all the commotion last night, he definitely isn't awake yet. You probably won't be able to see them until the lunch break."
Feng Ling gave the Doctor a long look. "Mm, that makes a lot of sense."
With that, she turned and left the ward.
The staff member assigned