Fu Jing Rong's eyes widened as he stared at the empty bed, his hand tightening around the doorframe as if he needed something to hold him upright.
She was gone.
Gone.
His breathing became shallow, and his chest felt tight. His feet moved before he could think, rushing toward the nearest nurse's station. A young woman in light pink scrubs was just passing the corridor. He caught her by the arm.
"Where is the patient in this room?" he asked, voice barely steady.
The nurse, startled by the sudden movement, turned around. When her eyes met his, they grew as wide as saucers.
"You—You're awake?" she gasped.
Fu Jing Rong's brows creased. "Where is the patient?" he repeated, ignoring her shock.
The nurse blinked several times, clearly shaken. "I… I can't believe it. You're really awake… Fu Jing Rong… Oh my god."
