In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,The sudden sound of a door slamming open startled everyone in the hall. All eyes turned to Zhou Yang at that moment.,Watching her beloved man cry his heart out, feeling the immense pain in his heart, Li Youwei felt like a knife was twisting in her own.。