In the hospital ward, within a four-person room.
Yang Qingqing, Fu Jianzhou, and Du Yu, each lying on their own hospital beds, slowly closed their eyes.
Li Mengnan and Lin Shiwei stood at the bedside, resisting the flute's melody while silently guarding the three.
Suddenly, on the far right bed, Du Yu abruptly raised his hand, giving a thumbs-up.
It was uncertain if he was encouraging the two younger sisters or indicating that he was in good condition.
The two girls immediately looked over, Li Mengnan with an expression of both exasperation and amusement: "Quickly sleep, sleep!"
Lin Shiwei stepped forward quietly, whispering, "Sleep peacefully, I'll watch over you."
Du Yu lowered his hand, his spirit gradually relaxing. With the poignant and moving melody of the West Xia's flute entering his ears, he slowly drifted into slumber...
Li Mengnan looked between the three, and after hearing the sound of even breathing, she raised her eyes to the clock on the wall.
3:37 AM.
