"Don't move, it's dangerous," Ye Xiao whispered into Han Xuewei's ear.
Han Xuewei, hearing Ye Xiao's words, immediately stopped struggling.
At that moment, someone had clearly entered through the door of the hospital room. Although the footsteps were very light, it was already past eleven o'clock, and the hospital corridors were eerily quiet; both the patients and doctors were lazily staying in their rooms or offices. No one noticed that someone had sneaked into Han Xuewei's room.
It wasn't just one person who entered, but three. After they quietly entered the room, although they believed they were skilled, they dared not make their presence too obvious and tiptoed closer to the bed. Since the lights in the room were off, it was pitch dark, so when they saw the tightly covered bed, they thought there was only one person underneath the covers.