In the pure white room, a man lay motionless on the hospital bed, surrounded by various medical instruments.
The man's complexion was like the color of jade, concealed within the interweaving light and shadows, as if a sleeping deity.
Suddenly, an alarm from the bedside ventilator emitted a "beep" sound, and then a tall silhouette emerged from a corner of the room, silently watching the man on the bed.
The man's brows and eyes twitched.
Only then did the silhouette speak.
"Young Master Gu, it's been a long time."
Zhao Lang slowly opened his eyes. It took a while for him to adjust to the harshness of the incandescent light overhead before his focus settled.
"The old man already knows, and he asked me to bring you back sooner... The bloodline of the Gu Family has been adrift outside for too long; you could be in danger."
Zhao Lang lifted his hand, glancing at the heart rate monitor clipped to his ring finger.
