In the sterile confines of Angel Hospital, Fang Zichen lay on a hospital bed, surrounded by the gentle hum of medical equipment and the focused attention of doctors and nurses. The clinical atmosphere, however, did little to mask the underlying worry that filled the room.
Fang Zichen appeared fragile; her features marked by discomfort. The medical team worked diligently, their expertise a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.
Meanwhile, in the hospital corridor, Han Cheng paced back and forth, his anxiety palpable. Each step reflected the drumbeat of his worry, the rhythm of a heart intertwined with that of his beloved wife. His eyes darted toward the entrance of the treatment room, seeking any sign of reassurance or news.
'She'll be okay. She has to be okay,' Han Cheng muttered to himself anxiously.
