Long Wushe turned his head and looked at the doctor beside him. The doctor said, "Miss Yan needs to wear a sterile suit to enter the ward."
Above the azure sky, the sunlight grew increasingly bright and dazzling, while the vegetation in the hospital was lush and full of life.
Yan Zhi came out of the intensive care unit; it was already noontime.
She took off the sterile suit she wore, and as she thought about seeing her parents this time but not being able to visit them often in the hospital, the tears she had been holding back fell like beads from a broken string.
Seeing her parents in such a state, their bodies wrapped in bandages, legs in casts, with the only visible part being their faces, also covered by oxygen masks.
No matter what she said, her father and mother would not respond to her anymore.
Yan Zhi crouched on the ground, hugging herself, tears and snot soaking her sleeves.
