At 9 p.m. to 11 p.m., Huang Zhang's life came to its final, extraordinary close.
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky outside the window, illuminating the entire courtyard, followed by a gentle patter of rain that steadily grew heavier, as if the whole world were mourning for Huang Zhang.
Huang Zhang was born for the medical profession and dedicated his entire life to it.
Lin Feng had been sitting silently at the bedside all along.
The next morning, after the rain had passed and the sky had cleared, only a few wisps of white cloud adorned the azure sky. The rising sun lit up the entire room, the entire medical hall.
Lin Feng walked out of the room, pushing the door open, and was startled to see the courtyard filled with students, all standing with bowed heads. Zi Qin was the first to rush forward, bursting into the room, and soon after, cries could be heard emanating from within.
