The boat pulled up to the hospital's water access point — a small dock normally used for emergency water transport that Jin Boyuan had commandeered for their arrival. Ambulances were already waiting, lights flashing in the darkness, Dr. Chen standing at the head of a full trauma team.
They moved with swift efficiency the moment the boat was secured.
Zhou Yuxi was helped off carefully, Tang Yuze and Jin Boyuan supporting her weight as her legs — stiff from cold and inactivity — struggled to remember how to function properly on solid ground.
Dr. Chen was there in seconds, her practiced medical gaze taking in everything — the torn dress, the blood at the temple, the way Zhou Yuxi was favoring her left shoulder, the slight glassiness to her eyes that spoke to hypothermia and exhaustion.
"Zhou Yuxi," Dr. Chen said, and there was something in her voice — relief and exasperation and professional concern all mixed together. "You are going to give me gray hair."
