By 3 AM, the private waiting room was filled with Lu family members.
They sat in expensive chairs, wearing hastily thrown-on designer clothes, their faces etched with exhaustion and confusion. Lu Zeyan's parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins, nearly twenty people in all, crowded into a space meant for ten, all trying to make sense of the impossible.
In the room down the hall, Lu Zeyan slept fitfully, his thumb occasionally finding its way to his mouth, soft whimpering sounds escaping even in sleep.
"This doesn't make any sense," Lu Hao muttered, running his hands through his hair for the hundredth time. "How does someone just... deteriorate like this? In hours?"
"The doctors keep saying there's no medical explanation," Lu Hao said, his voice trembling. "They've run every test, every scan. Nothing. It's like his mind just... emptied out."
