The elderly woman, wearing a headscarf, had been standing quietly in the corridor for a long time.
She kept watching the patients lying in beds inside the ward, their consciousness blurry, with a tinge of sadness in her eyes.
Before coming to the Peaceful Ward, she actually had a glimmer of hope for this place.
She thought that by abandoning painful treatments and entering palliative care, perhaps doctors might find a way to restore her to her pre-illness state, allowing her to spend the last phase of her life.
But the reality is, this is completely impossible.
"Ha... ha..."
She took a breath, struggling to tear her gaze away from the ward.
Then, supporting herself against the wall, she slowly moved toward the rooftop on the side of the Peaceful Ward.
Opening the glass door that separated the inside from the outside, and walking less than ten meters, she reached the edge of the rooftop with no railing, where the step was just wide enough for two feet to stand together.
