?Chapter 314:


    A crease formed on Ralphy’s forehead—why hadn’t Christina simply taken the other bed to get some real rest? Memories from the night before flickered in his mind. He hade to relieve her, urging her to rest, but every time she tried to leave, Dn had called out her name. In the end, Christina had stayed by his side, waiting for him to drift off, before taking the spare bed.


    Morning came and went, but Christina had not moved from her post. Even after Ralphy had slept through the night, she remained there, her exhaustion evident.


    The sight struck Ralphy deeply. He was about to get up and insist that she switch to the bed, but he stopped short when he saw Dn’s eyes wide open.


    Excitement lit up Ralphy’s face. “Dn!” he eximed, springing to his feet. “You’re finally awake!”


    That burst of joy shattered the morning calm, snapping Dn from his reverie and stirring Christina from her slumber.


    Dn’s sharp gazended on Ralphy, a steely intensity in his eyes.


    Still basking in relief, Ralphy continued with augh, “You have no idea how much trouble you caused while you were unconscious! Every time Miss Jones tried …


    “To withdraw your hand, you’d call out for her, as if your life depended on it. She ended up stuck by your side the whole night. You really owe her for that.”


    Undeterred by Dn’s icy re, Ralphy continued without pause. “Miss Jones, you’re awake! Why not get some proper rest? I bet your neck is killing you after sleeping like that.”


    Lying on the hospital bed, Dn’s usually unppable expression flickered with awkwardness. He hesitated and slowly released Christina’s hand. “I’m sorry for making you stay by my side all night.” He gazed at Christina apologetically.


    Azy stretch and wide yawn escaped Christina as she straightened up. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied, shaking off the stiffness. She offered Dn a reassuring smile. “Dr. Emmett said that once you wake up, you’ll be fine. Just focus on recuperating afterward.”


    Confusion crept into Dn’s features. “So it was Dr. Emmett who pulled me through?”


    After the nearly fatal shot, he had fallen into aa, trapped in nightmares with no awareness of reality.


    Ralphy jumped in, eager to break the news. “It wasn’t just Dr. Emmett! You got incredibly lucky—King was at Kitaso Hospital that day, randomly selecting a lucky patient. You were the lucky one King chose to treat. Without King, not even Dr. Emmett could have saved you.”


    Seriousness hardened Dn’s features as the weight of Ralphy’s words sank in. A trace of disbelief ran through his voice. “King actually showed up here?”


    Dn couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too coincidental. After he was shot, King just happened to be at the same hospital where he was rushed in, and at the critical moment, King had offered to treat him. Out of all the patients—it was all a little too neat. Was fate at work, or had someone nned it all along?


    Dn couldn’t wrap his head around why King had gone to such lengths just to save him. He had no idea what King wanted—there was nothing he possessed that someone like King might desire. A person of King’s stature could have anything with just a word. People would fall over themselves just to please him. So why had King offered to treat him?


    The more Dn thought about it, the less sense it made. After much reflection and still without a logical exnation, he figured he might be overthinking it. It was probably just a coincidence—a stroke of strange, unexpected luck.


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