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    “Doctor! Doctor! The patient has a severe wound infection, a high fever, and is losing consciousness!” Christina called out, her voice edged with urgency. Doctors and nurses rushed forward at once, helping her transfer Dn onto a gurney.


    Several hourster, Dn had been moved to a VIP ward. His fever finally broke, though he still seemed to sleep on, his lips pale and drained of color. Thankfully, it wasn’t some dreadful virus. Once the fever passed, he would be fine after waking.


    Christinaid her hand on his forehead to test his temperature. Then, she wrung out a towel and gently wiped his face clean. Dn, lying there, dared not stir—he had woken long ago.<fnc01c> Readplete version only at Find★Novel</fnc01c>


    Christina rose, folded the towel, put it away, and returned to her spot by the bed. Once she settled back into the chair, she released a long breath of relief. Her gaze lingered on Dn, drifting into quiet thought. His features were sharply cut, each proportion in perfect bnce, as though sculpted by nature’s own hand. He was striking, and even in slumber, he radiated a rare elegance and calm.


    After such a long day, Christina felt her strength waning. As she watched him, sleep stole over her, and she dozed off at his bedside.


    Only muchter did Dn dare to slowly open his eyes. He looked at Christina, sleeping at the edge of the bed, and the ice inside him thawed into warmth. His gaze brimmed with tenderness.


    Dn lifted his hand, his long fingers brushing gently across Christina’s cheek. But the instant his fingertip touched her skin, Christina’s eyes flew open—cold and sharp.


    Christina’s hand shot out, mping tightly around Dn’s in an instant. Her instincts had kicked in, despite her drowsy state. Had she not reacted in time, she might have wrenched his arm out of its socket.


    “Sorry,” Christina blurted, releasing Dn immediately. Her apology was rushed, yet sincere.


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    She hadn’t been fully asleep, and her body had reacted instinctively to the faintest trace of potential danger. That sharp sensitivity had been honed long ago through chaos and peril during her overseas training camp.


    If Dn hadn’t been beside her, her rest would have been even more restless. It seemed that only in his presence could she grasp a fragile sense of peace and truly sink into slumber. There had been times before when she’d slept soundly and credited it to exhaustion. But now, she realized that exhaustion alone hadn’t been the reason.


    “It’s fine,” Dn said evenly, casting her a calm nce. “If you need to rest, take the other bed.”


    He knew the look in her eyes wasn’t a normal reaction. Yet, understanding that she’d been abandoned by her adoptive parents and forced to survive in such a merciless world at the tender age of ten—where every day had been a gamble with death—he understood the ferocity that lingered in her. In such a ce, softness would have been fatal.


    But even after enduring cruelty, she still carriedpassion, still clung to her faith in humanity. That strength was nothing short of remarkable. Dn’s chest tightened at the thought of her past, dulling even the pain in his arm.


    When Christina noticed the white bandage seeping fresh blood, her brows furrowed deeply. “Your wound’s reopened. Stay here and don’t move—I’ll bring medicine to treat it.”


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