Chapter 251: Target lock
Minutes ago, in the elevator...
"Sir, are you alright?" asked the bodyguard, noticing Zoren massaging the top of his brow.
Zoren glanced at his bodyguards and squinted.
"Yes," he kept his answer short, straightening his back. "Don’t mind me. I’m alright."
The bodyguard lowered his head and took a step back, giving him some space. When the lift arrived at their destination, more bodyguards were already waiting for him outside.
Zoren didn’t stop for anyone, heading straight to the ward where Dean was. However, despite the strong and stoic front he maintained, Zoren’s vision was blurring with every passing second. His head had been aching since the moment he woke up—probably because of the incident not so long ago.
’I’m not going blind, am I?’ he wondered as they made a turn in the hallway.
Snapping his eyes ahead, he caught sight of a woman squeezing herself to the side to make way.
"Move aside," he said, his voice barely audible to the men around him. "The way is not only for us."
The bodyguards glanced at him and then noticed the woman ahead. They quickly stepped aside, squeezing into the other lane.
When Zoren got closer to Dean’s private ward, another sharp pain struck the side of his head. His steps slowed, but he didn’t stop. The only time he paused was when he reached the door of the private ward.
’My vision is getting even more blurry,’ he thought, taking a shallow breath before exhaling slowly.