"He woke up. He doesn't remember the last eight months. He doesn't recognize anyone. And then he fell back asleep."
"That's accurate, yes," Dr. Chen confirmed. "I'd like to give you more details if you're ready to hear them."
Zhou Yuxi moved to her customary chair beside Mu Yunchen's bed, sinking into it with the last of her strength.
She took his hand in hers, warm, alive, familiar to her even if she was now a stranger to him.
"Tell me everything," she said. "I need to understand what we're dealing with."
Dr. Chen pulled up a chair, sitting down so she was at eye level with Zhou Yuxi, her posture open and empathetic.
"Mr. Mu regained consciousness approximately seventy minutes ago," she began, speaking with the kind of careful precision doctors used when delivering complex medical information.
