The hospital was eerily silent with only one patient on the VIP floor.
Shi Yuhuan gently pushed open the door of the ward. There were two beds in the spacious ward, but Shi Annuo was curled up on a sofa in the corner with a blanket over him, looking extremely weary, as though he had just awakened from a deep sleep.
Han Qianqian was sitting at the bedside, tightly holding the hand of the patient on the bed.
When she heard the door open, she instinctively looked back.
Seeing Shi Yuhuan, she immediately pouted, and started to quietly cry, "Brother."
Shi Yuhuan tiptoed toward the bed, where he saw Han Wen unconscious.
Not even a month had passed, but Han Wen looked emaciated — the skin hanging loose on his skeletal frame. A pale, thin wrist was punctured by a tube, showing bulging veins. The tube was delivering nutritional fluids, maintaining a feeble life.
What had happened? How could he become like this?
