It didn't take long for the three of them to arrive at the hospital's neurology ward. At that very moment, several doctors and nurses were slowly draping a white sheet over a body. Standing beside them, his face etched with helplessness, was the Chief Physician, Zhao Huachen.
"Miss Sun..." he began, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I'm terribly sorry. We did everything we could, but Old Master Sun's time was up."
"No... that's impossible! I don't believe you!" Sun Doudou instantly broke down, slumping to the floor as tears streamed down her face. She looked utterly small and vulnerable.
"My condolences, Miss Sun, but the dead can't be brought back to life," Zhao Huachen said, shaking his head in resignation. He waved his hand, intending for his staff to wheel Sun Zhengtang's body away. After all, now that the patient had passed, they needed to follow procedure.
But at that moment, a pair of strong hands stopped the hospital bed from moving.
