Sian lay motionless, wrapped in a deep shroud of unconsciousness. The air around him was thick with tension as the hospital staff rushed in, their footsteps echoing off the chilly walls of the room. Lights flashed overhead, illuminating his pale face with an otherworldly glow as the doctor leaned over him, eyes sweeping Sian's face with a practiced intensity. After careful scrutiny, the face of the doctor shifted to that of worry and he quickly recognized Sian's condition. In swift accuracy, he administered him a sedative, the cold liquid passing through Sian's veins, soothing the upheaval slowly in him.
Sian finally succumbed to deep, peaceful sleep, his body loosening up as the upheaval vanished.
Lan Qisheng took Sian to his room, put him on the bed gently, and pulled the covers over him before quietly exiting and closing the door.
Back in the living room, Lan Qisheng found everyone waiting in silence. The moment he walked in, everyone's eyes were on him.