The high-tech medical unit was a sleek, silver pod that looked entirely out of place against the rugged, primal backdrop of the forest. Inside, the air was sterile, and smelled faintly of expensive antiseptic. It was a world of white light and humming monitors—a sharp contrast to the mud and darkness Chen Ying had just crawled out of.
Chen Yan, the second brother of the Chen family and a man whose hands were insured for more than the entire production budget of Island Survival, stood by the prep table. He had stripped off his tailored suit jacket, his white shirt sleeves were rolled up.
He was the only one allowed inside. Chen Shao and the patriarch, Chen Heng, had been barred at the door. Chen Yan's authority in a medical setting was absolute; even his father didn't dare challenge the cold, clinical aura he projected. But as he looked at the girl sitting on the edge of the examination table, his steady hands flickered with an unnoticeable tremor.
