I haven't seen her yet!

The room was in chaos.

Zhao Yan stood frozen, watching as the medical staff scrambled around Hua Jing's convulsing body.

The woman who had checked on her just minutes ago was in a frenzy. She ran her hands over Hua Jing's wrist, her expression twisting into frustration.

"I just checked her!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with disbelief. "She was fine a moment ago! What happened?"

Another nurse, a younger woman standing near the door, looked equally bewildered. "No one has entered this room since you left," she said quickly. "I didn't see anyone come in or out."

"That's impossible," the first woman snapped, already moving to Hua Jing's arm. Her sharp gaze landed on a tiny mark—just barely noticeable, a minuscule red spot near Hua Jing's wrist. Her breath hitched.

Her eyes widened.

"Someone was here."

A hush fell over the room.

Zhao Yan felt a slow, burning fury coil deep in his chest.