The food was brought in by a nurse, and even when he went to the bathroom, it was the nurse who helped him.
This kind of uncertain future, where the other party could be friend or foe, trapped here at their mercy with a fate entirely controlled by someone else, was the passive situation that Yaen Chi despised the most.
For now, he hadn't thought about self-rescue. Running was pointless; dragging this useless body along made taking a step difficult, let alone running.
Soon, the doctor reapplied his medication, bandaged him, helped Yaen Chi turn over, switching from lying on his stomach to lying on his side, and pulled out one of the pillows beneath his head.
Yaen Chi was already tall, with double-door broad shoulders, and now minus a pillow, his head lay sideways resting on it and had to sink a bit lower, looking up at people from this position...
Like a plucked quail curled up!
