The young man couldn't help but mutter.
The next moment, completely beyond the control of his mind, he shouted from the depth of his heart:
"...Brother Mu Han?"
Such a familiar name.
So familiar it felt like he had called this name a thousand times over, etched into his bones.
The drunkard shuddered; that light, almost inaudible "Brother Mu Han," seemed to resonate within him.
A voice familiar beyond imagination, sought after for nearly nine years...
The drunkard was completely stunned.
"Did... did you guys hear any sound just now?" He asked agitatedly, searching around, unsure of what he was looking for.
"Sound? What sound?"
"Nothing."
Although the door was open, and a couple of doctors, nurses, and patients occasionally passed by, it was all quite normal.
But for him to ask like that, clearly he wasn't referring to these ordinary sounds.
The two nurses both said they hadn't heard anything, yet the young man on the side was startled by the drunkard's reaction.
