The medical staff's hands shook simultaneously, with the doctor still holding the stethoscope, suspending it in mid-air, frozen.
It was the doctor who reacted quickly, recovering the situation. He awkwardly explained, "Sorry, don't misunderstand, we didn't mean to do anything to you. Here's what happened, our nurse noticed your complexion didn't look right during the blood draw, and when speaking to you, you didn't respond. So, we were concerned whether you were feeling unwell somewhere and asked me to check on you."
"I'm not unwell anywhere." Li Beijue raised his hand, intending to habitually rub his temple.
Only to realize his arm still had a needle attached for blood drawing.
He furrowed his eyebrows and silently lowered his hand, muttering, "Shi-t!"
Then he closed his eyes again.
Memories flooded in like a tide.
The scenes that had just been replaying in high-resolution in his mind now became clear.
