So the word spread among the nurses and doctors: no one should enter this ward; whoever tried was inevitably scolded and kicked out.
Several younger nurses had been reduced to tears, entering fine but emerging with tears that wouldn't stop gushing.
By noon, there was still not a single sound from inside the room.
Shen Chi lay on the hospital bed, his eyes closed and brows deeply furrowed.
Sunlight streamed through the window along with the curtains, the floral patterns turning almost translucent. Its rays fell upon the floor, making it gleam with a lustrous shine.
The entire ward was very quiet, without the slightest noise to be heard.
But the quieter it was, the more agitated Shen Chi felt; he couldn't calm his restlessness.
He didn't look at the clock, but he had a very accurate grasp of time; he knew it was nearly eleven o'clock.
It felt like something was slowly sinking in his heart, settling at the very bottom, erasing all hope.
