And through it all, the whispers continued, building and spreading like ripples in water.
Each nurse who checked Lu Zeyan's vitals heard the same phrase, delivered in the same broken tone.
Each visitor who passed his room caught fragments of his confession through the door.
Each staff member who updated his chart noted the same unchanging condition: Patient remains fixated on a single phrase. No improvement in cognitive function. Prognosis unclear.
The story grew with each retelling, accumulating details both true and imagined, until Lu Zeyan's condition became less a medical case and more a cautionary tale.
This is what happens when you destroy an innocent person.
This is what happens when you think you can escape justice.
This is what happens when karma finally comes to collect.
And in a luxury bed, like Shuyin lay sleeping soundly.
— — — — —
It was 8:30 in the evening, and Shuyin had been sleeping for an hour and a half.
