Two years later.
The night wind was bitterly cold. Zheng Ye entered the inpatient building as he always did.
It was already past midnight, and the nurses were changing shifts when they happened to spot Zheng Ye heading upstairs.
He wore an immaculate suit, a laptop in one hand and a bouquet of roses cradled in his other arm. He looked utterly exhausted, but anticipation and tenderness still filled his eyes.
"Oh my God! Isn't that... Zheng Ye?" The new nurse thought she must have mistaken him for someone else. Only after several furtive glances was she sure. "Holy shit! Zheng Ye, in the flesh!"
A year earlier, after getting out of his wheelchair, Zheng Ye had returned to the business world.
In just a few months, he had expanded the Zheng Corporation's reach from the Imperial Capital to the entire country, even establishing a foothold worldwide! His achievements made the trending lists one after another.
So much so that people online were saying this year's Forbes rich list was bound to see a reshuffle.
"Yes," another nurse said. "His boyfriend is in the SVIP suite. Room one."
She stole a few more glances at Zheng Ye, then said wistfully, "Whenever he's in the Imperial Capital, he comes to see his boyfriend, no matter how late it is. He's kept it up for two years."
"Room one?" The new nurse thought for a moment, her expression shifting. "Isn't that... the brain-dead patient?"
"Yes." The nurse sighed at the thought. "Brain death is considered clinical death overseas, too. There's never been a case of anyone waking up from it anywhere in the world."
Devoted, rich, and handsome—wasn't he practically the male lead of a novel?
The new nurse shook her head with a sigh. "What a shame. I hope a miracle