The car pulled smoothly to a stop at the hospital entrance, and Zhou Yuxi was already gathering her things, laptop tucked back into her bag, phone secured, her movements efficient and automatic.
She stepped out into the cold morning air, and the hospital's automatic doors slid open with their familiar soft whoosh, receiving her back into the building where she'd spent most of the last forty-eight hours.
Back to him. Back to the vigil. Back to the waiting that was somehow harder than any negotiation or threat or strategic maneuver.
Back to the only battlefield that actually mattered.
Everything else, Liu Chen Xi and his team waiting for extraction, Tang Group's board contemplating their limited options, Vertex Innovations being integrated, Mu Conglomerate being restructured, all of it would continue without her direct oversight for a few hours.
Because right now, she needed to be beside Mu Yunchen's bed, holding his hand, waiting for him to wake up and come back to her.
