Several people went down one floor excitedly. When they reached the ward where Clayton was, everyone’s footsteps subconsciously lightened up.

Nicole’s wheelchair was silent. The only sound that could be heard inside was the ticking of the medical instruments.

Clayton was tired and was getting some shuteye. His complexion looked a lot better than before with a hint of rosiness, so he did not look as weak and pale as before.

The five of them and a doctor formed a circle around the hospital bed