The nurse's needle had just touched the skin when the man's hand grabbed her wrist. Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes coldly, "Who are you?"
"Young Master Jue, you're finally awake!" The nurse was elated, stumbling over her words, "I... I was instructed by Young Master An to take care of you here."
Mo Nanjue glanced around at his surroundings, confirming it was Chen An's hospital. He released the nurse's hand, placing his palm on his forehead, and slowly, his memory began to clear, "How long have I been asleep?"
"Not... not long," The nurse remembered Chen An's instructions not to speak the truth, "just less than half a day."
Mo Nanjue propped himself up on the bed's edge and sat up. He pulled back the sheets, and the nurse quickly stepped forward to press down on his hand, "Young Master Jue, you can't get up yet."
"Let go," Mo Nanjue's gaze darkened, "Who told you I couldn't get up?"
"Young Master An instructed it."
"When?"
"Four days ago, he instructed..."
