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Ye Wei woke up in a daze and was greeted with a sea of pink. The room gave her a familiarity which she struggled to recall. She only felt a sharp pain down her back and a cold sweat trickling down her back.

Although she was used to sleeping on the ground, she was not used to and very uncomfortable with the posture she was in. Whenever she anyhow adjusted herself, she would agitate the gunshot wound on her back and it was extremely painful. Like a steel knife that hacked into her bones, it was oddly more painful to the point she could not quite take it. She did not force herself, and the bed was thankfully soft. Her wound became less uncomfortable after she was used to it. She looked at the catheter in her hand and at the fluids dripping into her body drop by drop. Ye Wei mocked herself and smiled. She was lucky enough to still remain alive.

Who exactly saved her?