As Zhang Wei pushed open the door to ward A-11, a sudden shift in the atmosphere greeted him.
The chaotic sounds from the corridor were replaced by an eerie silence within the room. The sterile, white-walled space held only one occupant—an elderly lady, frail and ghostly pale.
*Beep... Beep...*
The room was dimly lit, with the only source of illumination coming from the soft, green glow of the life support equipment that surrounded the patient's bed.
*Beep...*
The machines hummed softly, monitoring every precious breath the woman took.
Her fragile form lay motionless, connected to a tangle of wires and tubes, her eyes closed as if in deep slumber.
The rise and fall of her chest were barely perceptible, a testament to the fragility of her life.
Zhang Wei approached the bed with measured steps, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.
