The room contained only one hospital bed, some simple furniture, and a television mounted on the wall playing the local station.
A roughly sixty-year-old visitor lay on the hospital bed, his hair a snowy white, his features sharp and clear. Even in his comatose state, there was a hint of an imposing aura around his brows, reminiscent of an old dragon in slumber.
Lin Changhe approached the bedside and looked at Mr. Long, then toward everyone, "Mr. Long's condition is the same as before, vital signs are stable, in a long-term coma.
The County Hospital Director stepped forward to the bedside, a trace of worry crossing his eyes. Three years ago, Mr. Long was brought to the hospital by a mysterious VIP, and since then there's been no word from that person. During this time, no one had come to visit Mr. Long, except for phone calls from someone claiming to be Mr. Long's relatives, inquiring about his condition.
