Director Si from the ICU let out a helpless sigh.
As a practitioner of Western medicine, he knew better than anyone how poor the prognosis was for a patient with multi-organ failure and severe vascular occlusion. It was a hopeless case.
The patient's wife leaned back in her chair, tears finally starting to stream down her face.
But her expression wasn't contorted, and she didn't even make a sound. She just let the tears fall silently.
It was a quiet so profound it was numb, devoid of any expression.
Like a puppet that had lost its soul.
This was the weeping of someone who had reached the absolute depths of despair.
The illness had started ten years ago, and ten years of treatment had done nothing.
This year alone, he had been hospitalized in the provincial capital for seven months.
She had been by his side for all seven of those months.
She had been on edge for seven months.
And she had been in despair for seven months...
Their savings were gone, and so was their hope.
