"Why hasn't she woken up yet? You're all useless!" Ye Sihan growled, his dark pupils flushing red.
The doctors and experts in the dean's office, although seated, felt as though standing might be preferable.
It was as if their chairs were lined with needles, utterly impossible to sit on comfortably.
Their backs were drenched in sweat under the immense pressure.
Mrs. Ye had been in a coma for three days now, with no signs of waking whatsoever.
Yet all her bodily indicators were normal.
Two of the doctors seemed to think of something at the same time, exchanged glances, and looked up at Ye Sihan.
"Speak!" Ye Sihan had no patience left, his irritation making him appear incredibly ferocious.
"Mrs. Ye and the former comatose Mr. Ye... are very similar," one doctor said cautiously.
Ye Sihan's body visibly stiffened, including the lines of his face, taut and sharp-edged.
"Has Mrs. Ye suffered any trauma before, especially to the brain?" the doctor asked again.