The car careened off the road, its tires screeching in protest as it plummeted over the edge of the bridge. Time seemed to slow as the vehicle hung suspended in mid-air, before crashing into the river below with a deafening splash. Water rushed in, flooding the interior of the car as the cellphone, previously dormant, sprang to life. Its screen illuminated, displaying a chilling message: "Mission successful."
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Five years later…
In a remote wing of Kay City Hospital, a sudden commotion erupted. Screams pierced the air, and it was immediately followed by the frantic footsteps of doctors and nurses rushing to a mysterious room. They burst through the door, only to be met with a sight that left all of them aghast. Except for one figure - Dr. Yan Yi, the enigmatic head doctor, who wore a black mask to conceal his youthful appearance. His piercing gaze seemed to command the air around him, and his presence was accompanied by an unsettling aura of calm.
With a mere glance, Dr. Yan Yi assessed the patient in the mysterious room. The patient had been comatose for five long years with no signs of ever waking up. Defying all odds, Dr. Yan Yi had insisted on keeping her alive, convinced that she still held a spark of life. His voice, low and hypnotic, sent shivers down the spines of the medical team as he ordered them to leave the room as he wanted to examine the patient alone. His authority was unquestionable, and his eyes seemed to bore into their souls. The doctors and nurses left the room as the door closed behind them, and they waited with bated breath.
Minutes passed by but nothing happened.
After over an hour without any sign of the door opening, the doctors began to grow increasingly anxious.
Some of the doctors begun to discuss among themselves about the patient's sudden wake and they couldn't help but feel more anxious.
Inside the room, Dr. Yan Yi meticulously checked the patient's vital signs, his eyes locked onto her face. His fingers moved with precision, as if conducting a symphony of life and death. After the check he sat down, his gaze unwavering, as if willing her to awaken. The air around him seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation. But as the minutes ticked by with no response, he rose and approached the door.
Just as his hand reached for the handle, a faint whisper stopped him in his tracks: "Don't leave..." The patient's voice, though weak and hoarse, stopped him in his tracks. Dr. Yan Yi froze, his mask glinting in the dim light. Then, he turned toward a table in the center of the room, his movements deliberate and measured, like a puppeteer pulling strings.
…
Yan Yi walked to the table, his movements fluid, and poured a glass of water with precision. He then approached the bed where his patient was, his eyes locked onto her fragile form, and gently helped her sit up, supporting her back with a pillow. Her pale skin and chapped lips betrayed her weakness, but her gaze burned with a fierce intensity. As he held the glass to her lips, she took small, tentative sips, her eyes never leaving his face. The glass was half empty when she finally pulled away, her breath whispering against his skin.
Yan Yi placed the glass down, his mask glinting in the dim light, and asked, "How are you feeling Miss Lingxi?" But Lingxi didn't respond, her gaze still fixed on him. He began to introduce himself, his voice low and soothing, "I'm Yan Yi, and I'm your doctor. I'm going to make sure that you recover soon and—"
But Lingxi's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting through his words like a razor, "What happened to me? I remember I was in a car accident." Her gaze bored into his, demanding answers.
Yan Yi's expression remained calm and professional, his eyes neutral. "Yes, and don't worry, Miss, you're going to be fine. I'm—"
Before he could finish, Lingxi's arms shot out, and she threw herself into his embrace, her grip surprisingly strong. Yan Yi's mask slipped slightly, revealing a hint of surprise, but he didn't reciprocate the embrace. Instead, he stood rigid, his arms at his sides, as Lingxi clung to him. The sudden movement was jarring, but Yan Yi's demeanor remained detached.