A figure, at the deep hour of four or five in the morning, a time when human sleep peaks, fatigue sets in, and vigilance is at its lowest, everyone locked in their dreamscapes by the Duke of Zhou. The shadow that sneaked into Xiao Jianming's hospital room was obviously well aware of this, as it edged in and saw Uncle Tang's face submerged in dreams, the faintest hint of a smile curled the corner of their mouth, as if they had expected this all along.
The person approached the hand that Xiao Jianming was receiving an IV drip from and started to examine the IV fluid that was being administered.
The big boss's medical files were, of course, highly confidential, and apart from the chief medical officer, no one knew all the details. But even if the chief medical officer had shown the files to others, whether the information written was true or false, no one knew for sure; probably only the chief medical officer or the medical staff who treated the patient was fully aware.
