Raising his heavy eyelids, Han Fei found himself lying in a clean and tidy hospital room, with a paperman looking exactly like Xu Qin beside his pillow. At first glance, the scene seemed reminiscent of a ghost marriage.
"You've actually woken up? I thought you might sleep a while longer." A group leader's voice came from the balcony, with bandages wrapped around his head and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.
"Where is this?"
"Disaster Investigation Bureau's special care ward, applied specifically for you." Putting away the cigarette, the group leader walked to Han Fei's bedside: "Two days and nights have passed since the Deep Sea Aquarium investigation. On behalf of all surviving members of the investigation group, I thank you. Without your help, we could have lost at least one-third of our team, and I might not have returned."
The usually silent group leader seemed to talk a bit more today.
