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Chapter 85: His entire world shattered!

Chapter 85: His entire world shattered!

Zhao Yan’s entire body stiffened, his breath caught in his throat.

Hua Jing.

He could hardly process what he had just heard. He watched in stunned silence as the woman who had mentioned Hua Jing’s name walked right past him, completely unaware of his presence. Even though he had already realized that no one could see him in this place, it still left a strange feeling in his chest.

Hua Jing... Could it be the same Hua Jing?

The idea seemed impossible, yet everything in this bizarre world was already beyond comprehension. If she truly was here, he had to see her for himself. He couldn’t leave without confirming.

Without hesitation, Zhao Yan followed after the woman. Though he moved silently, he still maintained an odd sense of caution as if someone might notice him. It was an instinct ingrained in him, even though he had already confirmed that he was invisible in this place.

The woman entered a room just next to the one where the man who looked exactly like him lay unconscious. Zhao Yan stepped in after her, his breath hitching as he took in his surroundings. The room mirrored the last one—pristine white walls, strange machines, and an eerie silence only broken by the soft beeping sounds.

And there, lying on the bed, was a woman.

The woman in white checked over some instruments, adjusting the strange beeping machine before nodding to herself. "This is good," she murmured. "You’re making progress."

Zhao Yan slowly moved around her, rounding the bed until he had a clear view of the patient lying there.

His entire body trembled.

It was her.

Hua Jing.

Even though she was bandaged and her face was slightly bruised, there was no mistaking it. That face—the one that had occupied his thoughts ever since their journey began—was right in front of him.

His breath came in shallow gasps as he stared at her in disbelief.

What is happening?

Why is she here?

And what is this place?

He tried to reach out, wanting to touch her face, to reassure himself that she was real. But the moment his fingers brushed against her skin, his hand passed straight through as if she were made of mist.

Zhao Yan stumbled back, looking at his own hands in horror.

Am I truly here?

Or am I merely a ghost in this world?

His heart pounded wildly as he struggled to make sense of it all. If this was Hua Jing, then did that mean everyone from his world existed here too? The emperor, the empress, his other consorts? What did they look like in this world? Everything was different—the clothes, the surroundings, the strange contraptions surrounding Hua Jing.

This world is... not my own.

Yet, for some reason, he had been brought here. But why?

While he was still trying to make sense of it, the door opened again. This time, another person walked in.

Zhao Yan’s gaze snapped toward the newcomer, and an unsettling feeling crawled up his spine.

This person was different from the woman before.

Unlike the previous woman, who had carried an air of professionalism, this man was suspicious—his every movement oozing with unease.

The man wore dark clothing, and half his face was obscured by a mask that covered his nose and mouth. His presence alone made Zhao Yan’s instincts flare.

His heartbeat quickened.

There’s something wrong with this person.

The man took slow, careful steps toward Hua Jing’s bed. His eyes darted left and right, scanning the room as if checking for witnesses.

Zhao Yan watched, frozen in place, a growing dread settling in his gut.

The stranger reached into his clothing and pulled out something small and sharp—a needle.

Zhao Yan’s eyes widened.

No!

The realization hit him like a thunderbolt. He tried to move, to do something, to stop this man from approaching Hua Jing.

But he was powerless.

The masked man loomed over Hua Jing’s sleeping form, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

"You offended too many people, Hua Jing," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet malice. "I’m here to end everything."

With a swift movement, he plunged the needle into her skin.

Zhao Yan’s entire world shattered.

"NO!"

He roared, his voice echoing through the room. But no one heard him.

His hands passed through the assassin’s body uselessly as he tried to push him away. But he could do nothing.

The man withdrew the needle just as quickly as he had inserted it, leaving only a thin drop of blood on Hua Jing’s arm. With practiced ease, he turned on his heel and exited the room, vanishing as swiftly as he had arrived.

The moment the door shut behind him, the machines around Hua Jing erupted into frantic beeping.

Her body convulsed violently, her limbs jerking against the sheets.

Foam bubbled at her lips, her breathing becoming erratic and shallow.

Zhao Yan panicked, bending over her.

"Hua Jing!" His voice was desperate. "Hua Jing, wake up! What’s wrong? Talk to me!"

But she couldn’t hear him.

He watched in helpless terror as she thrashed against the bed, her face twisting in agony.

A thin trail of blood dripped down from where the needle had pierced her skin, staining her pale wrist like an ominous omen.

Zhao Yan clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

His chest ached with a foreign kind of pain, something he had never felt before.

How is this happening? Who was that man? Why is she suffering like this?

He had never felt so useless in his life.

The door suddenly burst open again.

The woman in white returned, her expression shifting into horror the moment she saw the state Hua Jing was in.

Her hand flew to a small device strapped to her pocket, pressing a button as she shouted,

"CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!"

Zhao Yan had no idea what that meant.

But within seconds, more people rushed into the room, dressed in the same strange clothing.

The room filled with urgency as people scrambled to save Hua Jing.

Zhao Yan stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding in his chest.

He could do nothing!

He cried, "Hua Jing! Please..."

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