Lack of sleep had left Du Heng's eyes painfully dry, and an occasional throb in his head made him extremely uncomfortable. It was impossible for him to concentrate on his work.
While others were conducting their ward rounds, Du Heng snuck back to his office to take a nap in his big chair.
Just as his eyes were about to close and his body was on the verge of relaxing, his office door was violently pushed open.
The cold breeze gusting in from the suddenly opened door blew directly onto Du Heng, who was sitting opposite it. The warmth around his body was ruthlessly dissipated, and Du Heng couldn't help but shudder. His mind, however, suddenly cleared considerably.
More alarmingly, in his dazed state, he felt as if he'd missed a step and was falling, a sensation of weightlessness that made his heart clench violently.
Looking at the out-of-breath nurse at the door, Du Heng, for the first time, considered changing his office.
"Dean, Director Yu was beaten."
