On Tong Ran, he felt that this word was truly present.
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Hospital.
ICU intensive care unit.
The woman lay in the vast hospital bed wearing a blue and white patient's uniform, her hair spread out behind her head, accentuating her originally bright face, now even more pale as paper.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hand hanging at her side clenched and then loosened from time to time, as if something was stuck in her chest that no amount of effort could expel.
Mom, Mom...
Mom, can you hear my voice?
Tong Ran's mouth opened, her dry lips parting painfully, her body tensing as she was reminded of the feeling of despair immersed in the icy seawater, like vines suddenly entwining around her neck; she jolted upright with a fright, crying out, "Ah—"
The door to the ward was violently pushed open, and the man rushed in still holding a medicine bottle, asking, "What's wrong?"
