Her arms were numb from being used as a pillow, and Xuan Wen felt a sharp headache; she had just had a nightmare.
"Doctor Xuan, are you alright?" Her female assistant, waiting outside, hurried over when she saw Xuan Wen awake: "You've been working too hard these days. Maybe you should take a break at home before returning to work?"
"There's no need." Xuan Wen's face bore pillow marks, a stark contrast to her usual image: "How is Gao Ming doing?"
"He's awake, his wounds have been treated, and his arm can heal, but his eyes..." The female assistant shook her head.
"Have we figured out what hurt his eyes?"
"The damage wasn't caused by any foreign object or disease; we haven't found the reason yet." The assistant knew how much Xuan Wen cared about this patient and hesitated before saying, "Doctor Xuan, the patient has regained some clarity of mind, and he wants to see you."
