Three beds. Three men. Still unconscious.
The doctors had no answers. The tests showed nothing. Their bodies breathed, their hearts beat, but their minds had gone somewhere else. Somewhere no machine could follow.
"Miss Bai?"
She turned. A nurse stood behind her, clipboard in hand, expression professionally sympathetic. "The police are here. They have... questions. About the river. About how you survived."
Bai Yue's jaw tightened. The river. Of course. They thought she had drowned. They had probably filed a report, maybe even planned a memorial.
"Isn't that the woman?" a voice whispered from down the hall. "The one who was pushed in? I thought she was dead."
"So she was telling the truth about that Lin Hua woman?"
"I heard she framed her—"
"Enough." A security guard appeared, flanked by two officers. His face was stern. "Miss Bai Yue, we need you to come with us. There are procedures. Questions about your disappearance—"
