Rebirth 1975: Starti

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...,Only the old man's raspy, feeble voice and the rustling of paper and pen broke the silence in the ward.,But at this moment, it was as if all sound had disappeared. There were no words to express the overwhelming emotions, only tears streaming down my face as I held her tightly.。