John hurried to the outside of the ward.
Just as he was about to push the door open and go in, John paused again.
He was a little nervous and fearful.
His nose felt sore and tears were about to fall.
He had never shed a single tear for his situation.
But at this moment, John couldn't control his emotions.
"You can't tell my injuries like this, can you?"
John tightened his white coat.
It blocked the bloody body inside.
However, the area beside his leg was still soaked in red.
"I can't tell!" Galen sobbed and replied.
John walked to the bed.
John looked at the dying old director, Grandma Susan, on the bed.
He couldn't his tears from flowing down any more.
Tears rolled down like a waterfall.
John took a few steps closer.
He fell to his knees and knelt heavily in front of Susan's bed.
When old director Susan heard the sound of kneeling, she slowly opened her eyes.
