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Chapter 224: Sedation and Alignment The bus had just pulled up beside the stop when the nurses’ station called again. The moment Lin Chen heard the words “Xiaoman shook again,” he had already turned back toward the inpa...
Chapter 223: Sedation and Thresholds The fluorescent tubes in the corridor gave off a faint hum. When Lin Chen pushed open the hospital room door, the smell of disinfectant was stronger than usual. The doctor was adjust...
Chapter 221: Blood Ties and Margins The motion sensor light in the corridor came on with the sound of footsteps, then went dark again the instant he pushed open the door. In the hospital room, there was only the steady...
Chapter 220: Thresholds and Margins Five in the morning. The alarm had not gone off, yet Lin Chen was already awake. The hospital room was still dim, lit only by the bluish glow of the monitor screen. Xiaoman slept deep...
Chapter 219: Thresholds and the Early Shift Five in the morning. By the third buzz of the alarm, Lin Chen was already awake. There was no buffer period; his brain was like a cold booted server, instantly loading the day...
Chapter 216: The Doctor’s Orders and the Party Line At ten to two in the afternoon, Lin Chen collected the duplicate prescription details and blood concentration copy from the nurses’ station. The smell of disinfectant...
Chapter 215: Ledgers and Measures 2:05 p.m. The corridor outside the neurology outpatient clinic was packed. There weren’t enough plastic bench seats, so family members leaned against the walls or squatted by the fire e...
Chapter 211: Cold Machines and Thresholds The ride hailing car left the Fourth Ring Road, and the asphalt gradually grew rougher. Outside the window, the dense rows of office towers gave way to squat factory buildings,...
Chapter 210: Markers and Milestones Two mornings later, Lin Chen stood at the end of the county hospital’s inpatient corridor, the ache of a red eye flight and a long transfer still lodged in his bones. The cold white l...
Chapter 209: Signatures and the Return Path When dawn neared in San Francisco, Lin Chen was the only person left in the hotel business center. Three receipts lay beside the fax machine, their edges curled and their ink...
Chapter 208: Night Journey and the Markings At 11:40 p.m. in San Francisco, the lights in the hotel business center were cold and white. Lin Chen pushed open the glass door of the video booth and laid out his phone, pas...
Chapter 207: Gray Areas and Undercurrents The ice machine at the end of the hotel corridor hummed under its breath. Lin Chen carried a paper cup back to his room; the condensation on the cup cooled quickly against his p...