Zhou Xuanzhi stood outside the ICU; his eyes fixed on the closed door. The hospital room was small and white, with the only source of light coming from the fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling. The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the sound of machines beeping softly could be heard in the background.
Inside the room, Zhou Xuanzhi's mother lay motionless on the bed, her face pale and her breathing shallow. Tubes ran from her nose and arms, and monitors beeped rhythmically around her. It was clear that she was in a critical condition.
Just then, the doctor came out of the room, and Zhou Xuanzhi quickly approached him.
"Doctor, what's happening with my mother?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry.
The doctor sighed and looked at him with a sympathetic expression. "I'm sorry to say this, but your mother's condition has worsened. She needs to undergo a surgery as soon as possible, or else she might not survive," he said.
