Before they saw him.
Everyone had imagined what this gravely ill young man might look like. Perhaps he was a gloomy kid? After all, he had been deeply depressed when he first noticed something was wrong, or he would never have chosen such a mythical beast as his code name.
Yet when they entered the ward, with its soft lighting and colorful decor, the pretty boy propped up in bed took them all by surprise.
His features were ordinary individually, but together they looked unusually delicate. He was a fine-featured boy with single-lidded eyes, and when he noticed them, he gave a gentle smile and called to the person behind them, "Mo."
He was calling to Zhou Mo, the young male nurse. Everyone in 3A turned to look at Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Guess who's standing beside me? It's the 3A Special Operations Squad. They just arrived today and came especially to visit you."
Fei seemed a little surprised. He nodded and smiled shyly in their direction. "Hello. Sorry, I can't see anymore, so I didn't realize it was you. I'm a fan of yours too. Please, sit down."
They were done for.
Faced with such a sickly boy, the grown men had absolutely no idea how to treat him.
There really wasn't much of an age gap.
He was nineteen this year, while everyone in 3A was only twenty-three-a difference of just four years.
But his illness made him look frail and several years younger than he actually was. Anyone who didn't know might have thought he was only fifteen or so.
He wasn't frighteningly thin, though. The medical staff had taken very good care of him.
He still had his hair too.
He didn't look as though he had undergone surgery.
At first glance, he