Outside the room, filled with the bitter scent of traditional Chinese medicine, a middle-aged man in a suit with graying hair stood in a daze. He stared at the emaciated and frighteningly comatose young man inside, his mouth pursed in silence. There was a slight redness around his eyes, and his curled fingers continued to twitch subconsciously.
Next to him stood a middle-aged woman of about the same age, clutching his sleeve tightly with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Her eyes were lifeless, her body trembled slightly, and tears occasionally streamed down her cheeks.
"Minister Chen, Madam Chen, the visiting time has passed. Why don't you step out for now?" Just then, an elderly medical staff member appeared beside them, sighing lightly at their expressions before speaking gently.
"Ah, oh… Has the time already come?" The suited, graying man faltered, his tone complex and downcast.
He then patted the woman beside him and whispered, "Zhenru, it's time. Let's go."
