That was Granny Qiao's "death certificate."
Qiao Xi's tears soundlessly rolled down, smacking onto the paper.
She had always felt it wasn't real, as if Granny was still by her side. Only when she saw this "death certificate," clearly written, did it hit her.
Where and why she had died were specified.
"Doctor Qiao, are you okay?" a nurse said softly, "Please take care."
The whole hospital knew that Doctor Qiao's Granny had died in a fire, and her clinic had also been destroyed. Everyone had once envied her for being able to open her own clinic, but now everything had changed.
Qiao Xi wiped away her tears haphazardly, sniffed, and took the black ballpoint pen.
Her fingers trembled as she signed her name at the bottom right corner, crooked and distorted.
It didn't even resemble her usual handwriting.
"That's it," she said hoarsely.
