"I checked her pulse four times in the next hour because I was convinced she'd stopped breathing."
The doctor was quiet for a long, heavy moment, his fingers still moving across the tablet screen, pulling up files, cross-referencing data. The nurses stood frozen, clearly affected by what they'd heard, their professional masks slipping to reveal genuine distress.
Finally, the doctor looked up.
"Third Master Mu," he said slowly, carefully, as if approaching a wild animal that might bolt any time, "I need to clarify something that might be... confusing, even contradictory, given what you've just described."
Mu Yunchen's entire body went rigid. His eyes sharpened, focusing entirely on the doctor with laser-like intensity. Something in the doctor's tone, cautious, almost apologetic, set off alarm bells in his mind.
"What do you mean?" His voice was cold now and dangerous.
The doctor took a breath, choosing his words with visible care.
