Two bodyguards in black suits stood at the door of the ward. They recognized Madam Zhou, so Chen Zhi was able to enter the ward with her.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Chen Zhi would never have believed that there could be a hospital room on par with a presidential suite.
It was very spacious and bright inside, equipped with everything one could need, dozens of times better than the room Si Ye had taken her to the last time she fell asleep during an IV drip.
The old Master Si lay with his eyes tightly shut on the bed, a nurse in a pink uniform and a caregiver in his thirties were moving the old man's hands and feet.
Madam Zhou signaled for them to leave and then took over their work, skillfully helping the old Master Si move his limbs and joints.
Chen Zhi stood by, unable to be of much help.
As she looked at the pale-faced old Master Si, her feelings of guilt grew even stronger.
"Madam Zhou, can the old Master Si wake up?" she asked uneasily.