As Wu Xiufan and Alex arrived at the hospital, a sense of dread washed over Alex. He had been dreading this moment, the moment when he would confront the truth about his condition.
Wu Xiufan, sensing his anxiety, reached out and took his hand. "It's going to be okay," he said, his voice filled with reassurance.
Alex nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that Wu Xiufan was trying to be supportive, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread.
They were escorted to room 301V, a small, dimly lit room. Inside, a man lay in bed, his face pale and drawn. He was unconscious, his breathing shallow.
Alex approached the bed, his heart filled with sadness. He had never seen anyone so sick before.
Wu Xiufan called the doctor, who examined the man. The doctor's face was grave. "He's in critical condition," he said. "We need to act quickly."
Wu Xiufan nodded, his eyes filled with concern. "Do whatever you can," he said.
