"Fine." Renee nodded.
"I'll go with you after this infusion," Haze said.
"It's fine. I can go on my own."
"No, you have to listen to me this time. If you don't finish this infusion, I won't tell you which ward he's in," Haze insisted.
"Haze, you..." Renee was helpless, so she just lay in bed again and waited for the infusion to be over.
Leia was relieved to see that Renee was fine. She gritted her teeth and seemed to have made a decision. "Ren, you and Quinton should rest. Don't worry too much. Quinton will be fine... I've got something to deal with, so I'll go now."
Renee frowned, sensing that something was off. Leia was usually casual and optimistic, but now it seemed like something was weighing on her mind. "Lei, is there something troubling you? Don't feel guilty because of what happened, I know you suggested the surgery with only the best intentions. Don't stress yourself out."
"No, that's not it." Leia shook her head. "It's a personal matter. Take care of yourself, and wait for me to come back." She ran out of the ward before Renee could ask any more questions.
Haze was right—even family members were not allowed to visit the ICU patients. They could only stand outside and look into the ward through the large glass panes.
"Quinton..." Renee saw Quinton lying motionless in bed, and felt her heart ache when she noticed the many tubes attached to his body and the thick bandages around his face.
"Although Quinton is still in a coma, there's good news. His face recovery surgery is successful, and if he wakes up, he'll be a whole new person," Haze said enthusiastically.
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