Xia Wenbin stood outside the ICU ward, looking through the glass at Xu Jing, whose body was bristling with tubes, his fists clenching so tightly his knuckles popped.
Wang Xiao'ai, Ye Qing, and Li Qian sat in wheelchairs, their faces bruised and their hands and feet wrapped in bandages and casts.
The smell of disinfectant in the corridor, mixed with the reek of blood, made his nose sting.
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