The hospital corridor fell into silence.
After Song Rong's lengthy and continuous discourse, the hospital corridor once again fell into silence; only the sound of the air conditioner's fan could be heard.
Nothing else.
Whether it was entangled grudges or familial vendettas, at their age, everything should have been let go, because no one knows whether tomorrow or the unexpected will come first, as they face the departure of one companion after another amidst the intense workload.
They had long changed their youthful mindset; the competitiveness of their youth transformed into cherishing and acceptance by their fifties, cherishing the presence of those around them and accepting the natural laws of this world.
But those turned pages do not mean forgetting.
Be it Song Rong or this person who stepped up through others' blood, in each other's hearts, seeds have been deeply planted.
Ready to explode at any moment.
