Outside the intensive care unit of the City People's Hospital.
The air was so heavy it felt like it might start to drip.
Wang Jianhao clutched the ballpoint pen in his hand, which felt as if it weighed a ton.
The tip of the pen hovered over the surgical consent form, but he couldn't bring himself to lower it.
His hand was shaking violently, his palm slick with sweat.
'Which one do I choose?'
'Endoscopy or open surgery?'
'No matter which one I pick, I'm gambling my own son's life on a slim chance at a future.'
Just as he was about to close his eyes and blindly sign his name,
the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He answered the call numbly.
On the other end of the line was the anxious voice of his Third Aunt from the village.
