Christopher Simonson had stayed in the sterile ward for twenty days, and his health had recovered quite well, so he was transferred to the general ward.
Purple Summers and Caitlin Carter visited him, the window of the ward was half-open, the sunlight warm as it poured through the white gauze curtains, bright and splendid, infusing the entire ward with a sense of vibrant life.
Caitlin hurried to the window and closed it, "Don't catch a cold, the doctor said your immune system is still weak."
"There's no wind today, so I opened the window to get some fresh air." Christopher Simonson looked outside, his expression soft, "It's been a long time since I smelled such fresh air."
The sterile ward is a fully enclosed environment, with no sunlight or contact with the outside world, and living under incandescent lights every day, there's a sense of disorientation not knowing the day from night. Patients not only have to endure the pain of treatment but also psychological stress.
