Had no idea that with each passing hour, the man she was angry with was fighting battles she couldn't see, struggling to survive injuries she didn't know existed.
MANHATTAN PRESBYTERIAN MEDICAL CENTER - ICU - 9:00 AM EST (10:00 PM CHINA TIME)
The morning shift change brought a flurry of activity to the ICU.
Li Feng watched with sharp eyes as each nurse and doctor was verified by security before being allowed near Mu Yunchen's room. They couldn't be too careful—not after a professional hit squad had nearly succeeded in killing him.
The lead surgeon, Dr. Morrison, entered for the morning rounds. He was a man in his late fifties with graying hair and steady hands that had saved countless lives.
"Mr. Li," he greeted, nodding respectfully before moving to check Mu Yunchen's vitals and examine the monitors. "How was the night?"
"Stable," Li Feng reported, though his exhaustion was evident in the roughness of his voice. "No changes."
